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Dream Boat
The clouds have come apart against the pretty, painted, ultramarine,waking up with the sort of sigh that only comes with the premature end of elation,and darling, I understand them completely. Last night, I was lost in my lyrics and the whisky that whisked them into life,killed by a goodnight kiss, long after I had lost…
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My Dream Is Yours, Because It’s Yours and Mine
Your hand was full of hope, feeling unfamiliar in my own, but so necessary,so satisfying, as if it was something that had always fit there, but had never made itself known,and I kept your kiss and phone number on an old gum wrapper, because my mobile needed to nap,after snapping so many pictures of us.…
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Bunker
My violent vices are so beautiful in the moonlight of my musings,menthol cigarettes,maddeningly short dresses,mono recordings of 1940’s swing dances.These are the things that keep me sane while the wolves wait outside of my bunker. I am in the arms of an old haunt tonight,he is harmed by the truth we both know,and he holds…
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99.999999% Sane
I used to believe that I was a wild woman.I was mad and made of storm clouds,lost in a love affair with languishing,fatalistic as I faced the feminine urge to unravel. I have travelled to places you’d never believe,coconut lip gloss covers a lost girl’s kiss,so unattainable, so unavailable,locked in a tower, behind a lake…
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Things I Tried To Stop Saying To Myself In The Mirror Every Morning
Look at me. Let yourself be honest about what you are presented with. I have never been a Princess, never tainted and torn apart by a destiny, never really on the road to anywhere special, just dropped into a dull commuter town, sprinkled with a little exotic culture and left to get on with it.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 