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Whispers In The Dark
I washed up in the waves of your memory,dressed in last night’s lovely dream,hair soaked in salt water and the solemn recollection of the last time your eyes encompassed me.I only arrive when you ask.Don’t blame me for my presence,when you presented yourself to the ocean and pleaded for her to pull me back into…
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…And That’s Why I Drink
Your hand is closed over mine, as we ascend the escalator, avoiding the band aid on the banister, and my sudden affection for americanisms. It’s not a criticism, but I’m in an awful position, lobotomised by the way that your eyes, are endlessly enchanting. We are escaping. Ebbsfleet to Stratford, say the tickets on my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 