We were gang –

He wore Adidas, filled-in existence, changed car tyres
We witnessed the garaged blue and white motorbike, it was the blonde haired barber’s boy’s
Together, motorway escape, 125 mph, plastic black speedo mesmerising, raced a golden Ford Capri
We became ‘Gang’, fought, won
Club Dance fight to street
A white pearl, his black spikey-haired cream skinned girlfriend choked my chest, then, we fell over a garden wall, all beauty and my brain
We rubbed moss off victorian brickwork



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