Farewell My Prince

Iā€™m fairly sure Prince would be far from impressed with my present dishevelled state of grief ā€“ smudged purple eyeliner around the peepholes, my torn Piano and Microphone T-shirt falling off one shoulder teamed with Eiffel tower print pyjama pants, and sipping the last of a bottle of Mumm Rouge Champagne while listening to his illustrious music played marathon style on Double J and surrounded with tear-stained tissues and newspapers ā€“ hungry, only to discover more. Continue reading

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