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My Misspent Youth
Cool girl, Canary Wharf, pickpocketing promises, of necklaces and neck kisses, when all she wants is dinner and drinks, the chance to collapse into the city, see the world, on the right side of the river. Taking notes, in lectures, bustling bars, on how to find a rich man, to take to the inevitable family…
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World Queen
When I was so small, that being a woman, was a far away fairy tale, I saw a ticking clock, each morning, when I met the gaze of the mirror. Intuitively, I was aware, that there were only so many moments, to collect all the trophies I had promised myself, in between birthing and bridal…
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A Humblebrag
I am lusciously loud, vivaciously visible, because once upon a time, I was told I had a voice for radio, and a face, too pretty to hide in the studio.
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Silvery
Sunday, you are sweet on me, staring as I sing, surrounded by sage, spelling out my own name, with the spiralling smoke. You kiss me, in the car, outside of church, the devil is loose, as you pray, hands on my waist, tender, then tighter, your resolve, wrecked, wavering, wild wolves beat in your heart,…
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The Patron Saint of Painful Regrets
You are my home. Though you elude me, I am still thawed, awed by your warmth. Gazing, glimpsing at your form, never forgetting the way you towered over a trembling child, that was lost to the loneliness of life. You are miraculous snowfall, sent from God, to replace my mistakes, keeping me safe, inside a…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 