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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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Which Way Did She Go?
I awoke and asked a simple question to the empty room around me.Where did I disappear to,and why was I reformed at dawn?Mentally, I’m still in the trenches,trying to trace myself after all this time.I lost my lover to the sea,and I can see her, smiling back through reckless waves that wait for my body…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 