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Confessions Of A Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Recharging over night, I awake beside you, with bright eyes, slight sassy retorts, when you ask me how I slept, because we both know, I probably didn’t. I read tarot, while you dress, write poems, while you cook breakfast, and I never stop rotating between a routine of smiling and pouting, in a way that…
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Nobody Makes It Out Alive
The rain outside is sympathetic, pressing against the window, in an attempt to make me feel less alone, but she just shines a light, on the empty side of the bed, unread messages, tear stained pages of my diary. The rain tries her best, and for a moment, we are the same, I press my…
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Tell Me How Long, Before The Last One?
I took twenty tests, (buzzfeed, not pregnancy, or coronavirus) because I thought it would be easier to leave you, if the internet told me. It sided with you, I assume they saw your eyes, or heard you sweetly singing off key, in the car, and thought “How could you ever, ever let him go?” but…
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Englishness
Can a dog born in a stable, call itself a horse? I call myself the name, that my English mother gave me, and I arrived to an audience, of doctors and nurses. The NHS is in a state, but they’re not dragging babies out in stables, yet, so am I a dog, or a horse,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 