you meet

she’s pretty as a picture.
wondering through streets together late and early. sometimes never making it home – sleeping on a unfamiliar couch & talking over a strangers fire. dancing through yellow doors and dirty catch. early. morning calls, wake up wake up wake up as my finger accidentally lands on snooze too many times.

once upon a time there was a girl and another. standing in appletree we meet amidst mindlessly hanging poor quality asian imported mass produced kitty dresses up on useless hangers. a job that’s the pits but it gave us each other, this mindless boutique of mass produced dresses and useless hangers.

come live with me and rainbow, and i packed it all up in 2 cases, a big bundle and a small rucksack making a couple of trips west to east london and that’s when things feel like they really began. a minute flat and three very happy people with a telephone called bambi that never rang, a wall of translations, house mottos and monthly munches once a year.

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