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My Misspent Youth
Cool girl, Canary Wharf, pickpocketing promises, of necklaces and neck kisses, when all she wants is dinner and drinks, the chance to collapse into the city, see the world, on the right side of the river. Taking notes, in lectures, bustling bars, on how to find a rich man, to take to the inevitable family…
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I Forget My Dreams
Wishing is simple, but fate is unsure, unkind. I forget my dreams.
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Silvery
Sunday, you are sweet on me, staring as I sing, surrounded by sage, spelling out my own name, with the spiralling smoke. You kiss me, in the car, outside of church, the devil is loose, as you pray, hands on my waist, tender, then tighter, your resolve, wrecked, wavering, wild wolves beat in your heart,…
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A Change
Black lace, baked into my skin, into my soul. I know who I was supposed to be, born and bred, by Aphrodite, to belong to somebody, sleeping in silk, breathing bridal vows, in my dreams, they flow around me, floating like clouds, abstract ideas. I know that one day, it will come, but when… When……
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You Know I Can’t Make It On My Own
Yellow light is my first sight, of course, I fell asleep with the light on, unable to keep myself from our dreams. When I woke up, every single time I do, in fact, regular as clockwork, I swear, every time, that it will be the last time. Too many times have gone, heavenly hell, tender…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 