Wednesday 17 August 2011

prada

taut, tan body bursting with health
like bangers in the pan,

spiky nails/heels/mind/voice
screeching up the wooden rails
to bedfordshire:

wide awake
on the late train,
clutching at the throat
of your night out
and your bag
marked prada:

(basic bitches wear that shit
so I don't even bother)

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