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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Four
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World Martin showed me where the bunker is. I feel like a complete bitch, because we were almost there when I threw my little tantrum yesterday, and diverted us all the way from England. However, him showing it to me does reassure me a little, because…
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Sapphic Summer
Peeking through the window, like a nervous, naughty infant, with a disappointing school report, I saw you. I watched you. I waited, not by choice, but by command of my confidence (or lack thereof) that insisted on spending several minutes, wondering why someone so delightful, decided to take me out for dinner. I watched you,…
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I’ve Been Made Up For Several Hours, With Nowhere To Go
Saffron on my skin, soft and sentimental, sensitive to the time, sending signals with my actions, seeking answers on your intentions. Seven PM seems about right, so why am I nervous? Surely soon meant soon? Seven wasn’t a sure thing, sure. Neither was today, so, maybe I’m building myself up, so high, just to fall,…
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Lost Girls In Lorries
Screams are plastered on the walls, like her blood, his spit, his handprints, on her face, raging and red. Nobody hears, because nobody listens, and nobody looks for girls like her, in the dark, dingy night. Shut up. It wasn’t meant to be like this. Take your clothes off. Nobody told her it would be…
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Nature Is A Language. Can’t You Read?
Thatcher’s dead, but I’m still not satisfied. I join her in the dirt, with broken promises and stars in my eyes, my dreams don’t cast shadows, and I live in a neighbourhood where good people don’t go. He joins me, and I smoke all his cigarettes, while we listen to The Smiths. He asks me…
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