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she looks like daylight and a drama movie her voice sounds like a faint summer rain smells like vanilla and cinammon in her bedsheets, remains a lavender scent her eyes, you see desire glistening slightly similar to a tv screen glitching she tastes like bad decisions you feel it once you kiss her meds dancing in her bloodstream from the doorway where she lingers champagne on ice and fire in her heart deadly sins scattered on the floor she's always so needy trying her best to please him he's home from work, and asks for whiskey no time's wasted while being obedient her heart cracks at the poor scene when she walks, you can hear the chains clicking normal girls don't understand their feelings they're not allowed to experience freedom always restrained, their bodies conditioned down your hair, don't use that much glitter it's 9 AM, you don't need to wear red lipstick good girls don't carry a rebel demeanor
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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