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Reading On Thames
A waitress is feeling generous today, Liquids are spilling on my new dress, Thought I’d take a ride to Reading, Girls in waiting are Sunday’s best. Maybe the fruit has become a tree, Work for the cherry picking scene, The baked in lie like warm apple pie, While we pay for who we’ve been. Well… Read more
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the Psiren’s kiss
I Jumped into the ocean without my paddle, Searching for the ‘but a dream” of life… And now I swim in the wreckage of time’s river, Where once in a little row boat I held your hand, Now I look for you beneath the waves, Drowning just to find you and pull you up, And… Read more
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Whispering Seashells
Picked you up on the seashore, Little seashell glistening bright, I sang to you the ocean’s song, Empty of what was once delight. Painted you like a Geisha doll, Prisoner to the master’s gaze, But there in the mirror darkly, It’s clear I’m the one who pays. Because candles don’t burn forever, The wicked child… Read more
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The Howling Winds Hotel
The narrow path wound its way through the trees until distant lights seemed to match the raucous sounds of the singing and music that was steadily growing louder. The path led up a small incline overlooking the forest, and upon its perch under the silver moonlight, there stood a large bespoke wooden cabin, two stories… Read more

