Punk rawk girl. She was hard to love but worth the emotional agony and the tinnitus. Whenever I see uncollected refuse, raw meat or allergy medication I think of my own punk rawk girl. Baby, you gouged my heart out with a safety pin but I’d do the same to my eyes for just one more sweaty, glue-addled, collapse-of-the-welfare state moment with you sweetness.
God save the Queen!
God save the Queen!
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