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Meghan Presses Record
A princess pats her throat, knowing it is full of gold, her eyes fixed on the arrows from Fleet Street, knowing there is no path for them, than the one they’ve always followed. Straight to the throat, taking the thoughts that fall from her mind, down through her head, stolen and splashed across pages of…
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New Moon
The moon slipped away, then returned, perfect and new. Watching over me. Watching my mistakes, taking me back up the path, casting a new spell.
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The Devil Takes Care Of His Daughters
Track two, Thank U Next, soundtrack to my damnation. Riverboat to hell. Red rivers, rise up, magnificent obsession. Satan smiles for me. Reaches out his hand, homecoming Queen, my crystal crown, made of tears gone by. There is a painting, high in the hallway, my face, burning but smiling. Say you’ll remember, the way I…
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I Dream, Just To Sleep
Sometimes when I rise, trains clatter by, as dawn becomes less distant. I stare through misty windows, to the forest that lays at the foot of my garden, knowing there is silence, but still hearing the far away melody of your gentle breath, the trembling trains that creep past, trying desperately not to wake you.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 