Imagine you’re barefoot, and the floor is covered in CDs in their cases that you’ve collected ever since your heart broke last. Bossanova, Pink Robots, the Bridget Jones soundtrack;
Read MoreImagine you’re barefoot, and the floor is covered in CDs in their cases that you’ve collected ever since your heart broke last. Bossanova, Pink Robots, the Bridget Jones soundtrack;
Read MoreLike tarmac, thin layer of carbon on my tongue,
Lick it off and feel my cheeks crumble like sand.
Shiny shower gel bottles and a shrivelled bar of green hand soap.
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