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I Used To Be Somebody
God,I used to be somebody,roaming empty roads that even streetlights didn’t dare to enter,playing hopscotch on the mouth of hell,as you’d tell me that I would survive anything, anytime. Who am I now?What am I now?Why have you asked me to think about this now?Why can’t I be happy to lack, and just carry on,…
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Flashback – …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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Flashback – Dungarees – It Wasn’t Him
Red on my lips, staining your soul white shirt, my possessive kiss, that becomes shy as the night goes by. I am fascinated by the denim of your dungarees, a dangerous demon lives within me, and she sees your blue eyes, colliding with me, as the bathroom spins, I sink more drinks, I want you…
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Flashback – Sweetheart
Sweetheart, tie your hair up high, make your lips as red, as the blood that keeps you with me, and let’s dance, in the living room, we work all day to pay for. Sweetheart, seeing the way, you sway, into my arms, is the only thing that keeps me with you, let’s live, in the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 