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Demos
I wrote you a song, when I walked past our car park, 3PM, but the sun hid from me, streetlights, saying hello, far too early, as I danced beneath their pale glow, all alone, losing my mind, lost in the night that we met.
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Widow In The Waves
One of many daughters, I drown, rise, and drown again, dancing on the shore, in black lace, while the moon admires me, from the safety of the sky. Are my problems all that problematic? I calm the waters, with the wisdom, that what happens is temporary, hiding in the depths, that I call home, humming…
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Sapphic Summer
Peeking through the window, like a nervous, naughty infant, with a disappointing school report, I saw you. I watched you. I waited, not by choice, but by command of my confidence (or lack thereof) that insisted on spending several minutes, wondering why someone so delightful, decided to take me out for dinner. I watched you,…
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I’ve Been Made Up For Several Hours, With Nowhere To Go
Saffron on my skin, soft and sentimental, sensitive to the time, sending signals with my actions, seeking answers on your intentions. Seven PM seems about right, so why am I nervous? Surely soon meant soon? Seven wasn’t a sure thing, sure. Neither was today, so, maybe I’m building myself up, so high, just to fall,…
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Lost Girls In Lorries
Screams are plastered on the walls, like her blood, his spit, his handprints, on her face, raging and red. Nobody hears, because nobody listens, and nobody looks for girls like her, in the dark, dingy night. Shut up. It wasn’t meant to be like this. Take your clothes off. Nobody told her it would be…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 