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Blankets
The lights. The lights. My eyes are so open, and I’m stone cold sober. Staring at blankets that belong to the boys we lost, losing my mind as I begin to forget your voice, and the sight of your smile. London is so lively outside, and I’m crying in the arms of your brothers, who…
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Call Me
You can call me unconsciously, just focus your eyes on the skyline, whisper my name, while you’ve still got time, ask me my secrets and I’ll spin you a line. Call me on our cosmic hotline, call me your Queen, because I rule your mind all the time, our muddy connections still go in a…
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Am I Truthful? Am I Honest?
It’s happening again.All day,my mind has been lost to what you last said,awake and asking questions,late in the evening, after many drinks had been had.Ever present doubt is so much clearer with an unclear head.Something about the way you said it, with such sadness, such remorse,but of course, I am transparent, like a galled ghost,…
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Diana
International icon, you learned to fly, before your time, missed and mourned, your sweet smile, savoured, seen in the rising sunlight, in the eyes of your Sons. Reborn at St Paul’s, you were an angel, on earth, as all women, you were worn out, bound to be everything to everyone, and like all woman, you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 