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Unfinished

Sometimes I hear the words, coming out of my mouth
and I wonder what you think of me –
am I she of loose-morals,
she, the hussy, the attention-seeking
she of desperation, of self-degradation
she of poor judgement, with questionable choices
she, without stability.

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Drafts

Let’s play with addictions
let’s have a good time –
if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.
Let’s get weird together
fill our bellies with fire –
laugh until we cry.
Let’s make a memory
Something just between you and I –
a gift to immortalise the time.
Let’s get lost together
hold hands and simply roam –
enjoy finding our way home.

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Distance

Impressed upon me, way back –
your vocals scratched on a distant track
I heard your voice, I knew it then
the future held us skin-to-skin

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