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Twenty Two Temptations
Twenty two temptations,since you last stared in my direction.Your gaze is insistent, intricate,and I deconstruct every detail as I deal with my weak will.You told me once,that a sin can be cleansed by sun,sneaking into heaven, by the back door, off the corner of Seventh,and even though it seemed like nonsense,I had no choice but…
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Flashback – Toast
I saw a woman on the bus, who, from behind, was a very tempting twin of yours, and as I tripped into the seat behind her, which suddenly became lava, I could think of nothing but the way you try to trick me into toast, every morning, by approaching the bed, adorable in an apron,…
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Spiteful Siren
Spiteful siren,jealous of the waves that wash over you,my sweet, out of reach love,there’s nothing else to do,but to retire to my rock,sing sad things about my broken heart and hope you’ll notice,so that I don’t have to be brutally honest. My eyes are brown,my tail is blue, but my soul is green,and I see…
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Flashback – Patrick Fucking Harvie
I once heard Europe’s favourite bisexual, (apart from myself, obvs), Mr Patrick Fucking Harvie, King of the climate change debate, well respected recycler, and the only MSP that Donald Trump truly fears, state, (perhaps I am paraphrasing), that it was time to be far less tolerant, of intolerance. It’s hard to disagree, when you consider…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 