when you think back to Cannes,
you're supposed to remember
the beach, the houses, the stars,
the riches, the glamour.
when i think of Cannes,
all i can remember,
is you being asked to
clear the front of Fendi.
you're the prettiest freckled girl i know,
and you are going to sew for the world,
but sometimes the things that come out
of your mouth make me wonder what
Ghetto area of London, you grew up in.
(i almost forgot your last name)
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