my manchester life
Saturday 21 April 2012
"...When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know, and the world moves in slow-mo, straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day..."
...and I'm 5 years ago and 3.000 miles away...
and it's you and it's May
and we're sleeping through the day...
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