Those kids who were... cool

What I aspired to be- to transcend

From awkward chubby ginger, to some kinda

Myth

The bankings

A wash of denim, cheap cider and flowering pheromones

Trains no longer passed, but

Away from prying eyes, and Stringers finest

The juggernaut of youth still ploughed through

Faceless passed me a bottle

Faithless I sank, and swigged at fu...

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