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Flashback – Grey Girl
There are glimpses of gold, in the silver I sift through, soft tresses, caress me, as they escape my curious fingers, on their way to explore my essence, you shape my shakes, removing your glasses. You kiss me, and I am a river.
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I Used To Be Somebody
God,I used to be somebody,roaming empty roads that even streetlights didn’t dare to enter,playing hopscotch on the mouth of hell,as you’d tell me that I would survive anything, anytime. Who am I now?What am I now?Why have you asked me to think about this now?Why can’t I be happy to lack, and just carry on,…
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Flashback – …And That’s Why I Drink
Your hand is closed over mine, as we ascend the escalator, avoiding the band aid on the banister, and my sudden affection for americanisms. It’s not a criticism, but I’m in an awful position, lobotomised by the way that your eyes, are endlessly enchanting. We are escaping. Ebbsfleet to Stratford, say the tickets on my…
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Flashback – Dungarees – It Wasn’t Him
Red on my lips, staining your soul white shirt, my possessive kiss, that becomes shy as the night goes by. I am fascinated by the denim of your dungarees, a dangerous demon lives within me, and she sees your blue eyes, colliding with me, as the bathroom spins, I sink more drinks, I want you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 