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Iris Bentley – Another Victim Of British Justice
There is a lonely room at the back of the house, an empty chair at breakfast, a path that lays dormant, never walked because he never got the chance. Time stopped when he left, I know you didn’t feel it, but I did. There was a part of me, torn from my soul, separated, tormented…
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Phil Spector Was A Murderer and An Abusive Misogynist
Ronnie sits atop a golden coffin, her heels click a beat on the glass top, talking to rainbows, about barbed wire and bullets that threatened to run down her face like tear drops. She sings a sweet song of freedom, reclaiming the voice that was locked behind golden gates and walls of waiting. Lana lies…
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I Should Not Be Seeing You
Late love, under the stars, under covers, under the influence of how soft your voice is when you’re with me, how soft your hands behave when they’re with me. Midnight rendezvous, tied together, tied up in this mad romance, my veins are clean, but I am intoxicated, eyes closed as you pull me closer, the…
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Car Park Kiss
There have been many sweet kisses, in many sweet places, but the sweetest and most special, happened somewhere so unspectacular. September night, my heart heavy at the thought of going home alone, when you’d spent so long making my world feel full. You made those hours feel like heaven, and as we kissed outside your…
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The Sunrise
When I think about you, I see the sunrise, in the back of my mind, because I wrote a song, alone in my bedroom, about how it felt to watch you wake up, a swarm of butterflies underneath the sheets with me, as the sun sat on the windowsill, watching you, along with me, the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 