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I barely know you.

I barely Know You

I don't "really" know you.

When we met,

We hit it off and by that I mean-

You told me all your secrets.

I related with you.

I felt for you. 

I saw something you were unable to see...

You.

Cleaning, running around after Cam and the vist after-

there was, another baby in that perfect belly.

See, I know you're lonely.

You feel under appreciated 

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Sitting by the river on an old bench behind an abandoned church

Our secret spot for my punk and I to witness the changing season in the colours of the leaves and identifying the signs of the new season where we shared our fears and dreams

Ate junk food and laughed even though the reality of our life was a mess

And I didn’t let it show I told my baby-girl we were on vacation when we were h...

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Bring Back the Pin Up

Bring Back the Pin Up

I was a sexual woman

I was…

Until my consent and its importance,

I was robbed of.

This is the year where-

I rediscover her

In my coven

Friend to friend

My witchy woman tell me how to be-

A proud feminine,

Love bug again

I know, I know!

I will observe you in your glory

Take notes, mimic my old self and copy-

My memory

When i was ...

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Where's the Sun?

Where’s The Sun?

I used to orgasm imagining i was running to-

The sun.

To reach climax for the relief was spiritual

Sex for me has remained-

Emotional.

Now it’s perverse and sexual.

So, I hide inside-

The dark of the night

And only come out when the moon says

You’re safe now.

He has my best interests in his heart filled with craters

Other women scarred with play...

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Bring Back the Pin Up

I was a sexual woman

I was…

Until my consent and its importance,

I was robbed of.

This is the year where-

I rediscover her

In my coven

Friend to friend

My witchy woman tell me how to be-

A proud feminine,

Love bug again

I know, I know!

I will observe you in your glory

Take notes, mimic my old self and copy-

My memory

When i was classy, polite and dressy...

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Hilton Garden Inn

Hilton Garden Inn

I looked into those eyes

I felt home,

Ailive.

When your voice leaves your lips,

I wanted to hush them with a-

Kiss.

Invite you to my hotel to write

Gaze at your profile and that perfect jawline,

Trace your hands with a gentle touch,

Confess my love.

But, I pretend I am just a fan.

I await your arrival

Year after year,

Like a loyal dog.

...

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Talking to my Tummy

Butterflies escaped my belly button

Maybe it was that I was too cold to feel nervous

A race horse inside her looped track

For being cool and real comes easier than-

Smiling and faking my personality

Like so many have told me to be.

If everyday was an interaction with the same-

Artists or like minded,

My life would be a giant inspiration.

People like me,

It seems,

O...

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Mother's Wings

My fluttering monarch wings aren’t a show of-

Love.

Rather a defect of being denied it,

Here again after I thought happiness found-

Me.

Your northeastern chill demeanor

An icicle that stabbed my heart and your weapon-

Melted

I’m still standing and like cupid with his arrow

I’m bleeding all of you.

I never said I wanted it to be easy hue

Of a dark blood red love.

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The Beast is Me

This is absolute codswallop

my aura remains infectious

it moves in waves

it's fluctuant

and yet I evade another performance of mine-

like a shirk.

When i should be competitively ruthless  as a shark

but, like a snake I slither away unnoticed

Typical Erin the artist a renowned flake

As a starving artist I feel it's my obligation to give the-

audience one hell of a perf...

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