She is the girl from Sheffield who turns heads wherever she goes.

Her name is Anne and she is a uni girl, into bands and cheap student beer.

I met her on the bus while she was going gigging; she invited me along

and away we went to see the next big thing. At that moment I knew she’d

be mine, this raven haired girl from a foreign place unknown.

The time we shared was brief but I’ll always remember the fun we had

when she should have been revising; instead we were fucking, dreaming of a life

where we were together and never apart, fairytale land: soon we said goodbye.

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