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Way Back Home
It started with a row about the invitation. Marsaili and I don’t have any secrets, so, unsurprisingly, the first time I kept one, it swirled into a cyclone that I couldn’t control. I hid the invitation, neatly decorated with both of our names, at the bottom of the recycling, hoping that I could wish it…
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Fix Up, Look Sad
Lovesick lothario and his far out fantasy.She’s a candy dream,silent scream Queen,killing Casanova dead with her red wine, divine kind of kisses. He has been reformed,finally getting his shit together at midday,as the sun sits in the centre of his life,and his family fan out with disappointed, disapproving glares,flaring up at the mere mention of…
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Needed
I thought that I needed to be needed,up to my knees in all your desires,wading through wishes and breathing in the rare moments of calm.I tore myself apart for temporary,because I have no idea how to aspire to anything else,and you leave with a smile and a “sorry”,returning when the sun sets to say it…
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Boris Johnson Is Losing His Mind, and I Love It
Messy, maladjusted man,clinging to his chaos,confused at how his yes men could suddenly say “no”,never knowing what the word meant,lamenting on the lack of loyalty from the cyclone of snakes he surrounded himself with. How could this be happening to him?How could anybody do this to him?He howled at a locked door,laughing in the hidden…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 