Dear Boy Face,
You smelt of laundry and cigarettes,
A combination I could not resist.
I wanted to kiss you fingers,
play with your hair,
and scratch at your skin.
Wanting your ripped Levis on the floor
and your tongue in my mouth.
Spent my morning listening to Elastica instead,
wait for my phone to skip and buzz.
In other news, countdown to London Town begins.
And no, i don’t mean Ontario.
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