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We’ll Meet Again
Your bandaged, bleeding hands, worked hard on Thursday night, and they’ll be busy today, bothering the bunting, that you have fixed, four hundred times, before four AM, for the sake of your neighbour’s eyes, and your sense of national pride. You tell me, “We’ll Meet Again”, and I’m not sure, that I’m ready for that…
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I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me (But I Might Top Myself If You Do)
I fall apart but nobody can tell, because my mother raised me well, and I was seeking the stage, since I could speak, so, like a Boy Scout, I was always prepared. The show must go on, after all, so, I slip a smile on my face, tell everyone, including myself, that every aching word,…
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Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl – Pre Order and Book Trailer
Hola amigos, Pre orders for my new poetry collection, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl are now available from select stores, with further availability coming soon. You can find more information and pre order your copy here. You can now also view the book trailer. Besos, J x
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Routine
Every morning, I lay in bed, with my eyes sewn shut, summoning some more sleep, seeking the delightful delusion, that you are beside me, in the kind moments between sleep and death, where I am not awake enough, to send my dreams away. When you are gone, entirely, my eyes are open, and I begin…
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Evicted
I think of your arms, the place I still call my home. How much is her rent?
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 