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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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Am I Truthful? Am I Honest?
It’s happening again.All day,my mind has been lost to what you last said,awake and asking questions,late in the evening, after many drinks had been had.Ever present doubt is so much clearer with an unclear head.Something about the way you said it, with such sadness, such remorse,but of course, I am transparent, like a galled ghost,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 