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Clifftop Soap Opera
I’m crying on the cliffs,days away from Dover,twisting and twirling in the wind,so far from home and never able to return.Burned out, once the brightest star,falling to bruised, scratched up knees in my wedding dress,falling with my usual drama into the surrounding flowers as I scream silently at the sea. My ringless finger gawps up…
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A Kept Woman In The Loveliest Shade Of Lavender
I sleep sounder when my heart has been shattered,sobbing on silk as the clock runs out.Thunder has followed me to my new hiding place,bellowing outside the door of a wealthy man’s bedroom,while I pretend to be his woman,just for the thrill, the company and the allowance. The woman I want is out of my reach,on…