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Flag Pole
Colonial colours are standing tall, as your frustrated fingers fidget inside mine, leaning up against the wall, in front of the flag pole, you kiss me, like you wish we were alone, unrestricted, unrelenting. I can taste your true desires, hearing the unspoken words as our bodies grow increasingly and irresistibly close.
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Trident
The world’s stage is empty, and so is my mind, because the sky is bright, and alarms ring out, from televisions and telephones. Everybody is running, like antelopes or avalanches, but you stay by my side, our hands tied together as hell comes for a visit. Darling, it’s all over. Life has called last orders,…
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Poppies On The Road
There are poppies peeking from the roads we used to go down, beauty built from the blood that you spilled, swaying with smiles in the sun. They survived a cruel winter, reborn in the cool spring air, tattooed by your temper, but still stunning, sunning and smiling, sharing their sweet secrets, as I while away…
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Blankets
The lights. The lights. My eyes are so open, and I’m stone cold sober. Staring at blankets that belong to the boys we lost, losing my mind as I begin to forget your voice, and the sight of your smile. London is so lively outside, and I’m crying in the arms of your brothers, who…
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Call Me
You can call me unconsciously, just focus your eyes on the skyline, whisper my name, while you’ve still got time, ask me my secrets and I’ll spin you a line. Call me on our cosmic hotline, call me your Queen, because I rule your mind all the time, our muddy connections still go in a…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 