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Flashback – A Gun With Tomorrow On The Side
It rains.It’s raining once again.She’s never been bad,but she never made good.She’s waiting for life to catch up,and tell her it loves her. Nothing changes,no matter how hard she wishes,and how long she waits,but she’s dreaming that maybe it could,her eyes,fluttering,when sleeping,when waking,and it’s primitive,disassociative. She’s not sure there’s anymore.She has a gun,with tomorrow scratched…
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Flashback – Treehouse
The sun sings in the sky, watching us wake, from the same spot every morning. I communicate behind closed doors, thinking out loud, chatting to a picture of us, thinking of the past, back when things were so simple, when you saw me as your sunlight, before I became an endless evening, dark secretive shadows,…
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Flashback – Pink, White, Red and A Kiss
Is it really so hard to do?Am I incapable?Maybe I could learn,answering questions,lying that I’m not afraid to ask them,eyes unable to be honest,staying closed and critical,begging myself to hide behind the boys I knew.Is it really so hard to do?Am I incapable?Nah, I’m honest, if you know acrostics.
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Flashback – Girls In The Graveyard
You’re mine,when I settle my subconscious,on soft pillows,slipping into the chateau of sleep,chasing you,constantly thinkingabout the fair features of your face. I invite you to immerse yourself,in freedom fantasies,in which I can admit,that night has fallen,along with my inhibitions,and I belong to you,breaking my brain,to try and understand,how you broke inside me,giving myself to you,using…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 