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Imagine How Tired We Are
Why did the poet cross the road?To escape the man who grabbed her hand,spitting out a spun line about how he knows her from somewhere,knows her friend,just wants to get to know her,just wants her number,won’t take “No” for an answer. Fucking feral,her sleeve in his fingertips,wild lights at the crossing as the stars watch,the…
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Mo Bhean
My sweet dream, like a lilac sky, spied by hopeful lovers, the softness of silk on exhausted skin, the roaring, rapturous cries of the sea as she bows to the moon’s will, a single poppy in a field of trauma. You are my escape, opiate opportunity, infinite, endlessly adored by the one that you have…
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True Love
Day and night, I stay, devoted, dawn ‘til dusk, darling. True love is madness.
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Forgiveness Is A Fallacy
Pick up your past and build yourself a wall to hide behind,the kind of sanctuary that only comes from being chased until any kind of peace will do,a lonely, stoney silence that allows you to slip under the surface of every bath that you take,begging the water to take you to a place where nothing…
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The Last Thing He Said, In Silence
The last thing he said, in silence,was that my love was not enough for him to depend on.In the echoes of an empty hallway,his shadow, dancing in the distance,he was so clear, that he couldn’t give it all up for me. He used to carry me with him,like a lucky penny,or the hip flask full…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 