Saw a girl who'd slashed up her jeans above the pockets. I could see the lacy edge of her underwear and a hell of a lot of skin. Now yes, this sounds hott but she was tiny. Short, skinny, no ass to speak of (and there must be an ass to speak of) and she had this lost look. Not a lost endearing, potentially interesting look. But a genuinely lost look. It was as if someone else had taken a pair of scissors to her flat butt and she wasn't aware of it. Such a waste.
I've been listening to a lot of music. Catching up with bands I always meant to know but never found the time. I like having new strings of thoughts to rattle round in my head. There's cold in the air, you can smell it. I am instantly happier having sniffed this.
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And at last the smell filling my nostrils on that day on the train heading up to the country of my birth has a name. Cold.
I knew this country smelled different.
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