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House Fire
I burn down the house with this torch I carry,and everything fades into the flames,except her eyes, guiding me from the blaze,mesmerising,I am possessed and placed wherever she’d like me to be. When she stares,my soul shines,slipping through my skin,so sold on the idea of ending up in her arms. She feeds on my frenzy,frightening…
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Gershwin
Call me your council estate princess,cider is my nectar and your neck is the place where I rest my weary head,resisting the urge to try on your glasses,so I can see from your perspective. God is keeping an eye on me,because I’m the kind of girl you have to watch like a quaking kettle or…
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The Sky Is A Waiting, Wailing Woman
The sky told me that she’d make something of me one day,sending me sweet rays, so I could grow strong.She would nurture me, despite my nature telling me to turn away.She would follow me round and round,no matter which way I faced,and confronted with this unconditional love,I had no choice but to constantly disappoint her.…
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She Needs A Wife
My lavender love,aching amethyst that starts in my core, and crawls up through my body,until my mind is conquered and quite mad.There is a violence to your violet stare,that look from across the room as I iron your shirts, and recall the time we were in a bar, and I told you, with no hesitation,…
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Woody Woodpecker
I decided to travel through time today.Taking myself to that tree in my old back garden, four houses ago,back when I would perch on the branches like a lovesick, precocious owl.I used to write you stories,sweet scenes that I could never really enjoy,but pushed myself to provide anyway,because I loved you,(you don’t need me to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 