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You and me, we just lay down in the garden
Just let me sleep, on a bed of beautiful lavender, all gathered from a grateful garden, never asking, never taking, always with a smile. Long before I was born, on a Saturday, when the moon was up to mischief, violets sprang from soft soil, lavender, lilacs, each, hoping to visit with me, simply to say…
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Fired
Old Scratch was displeased. The sky above him was scorching as he set eyes on the border between his realm and the human world. They sickened him. He tried to avoid the humans, and really only ventured into their domain when his daughter had been away too long, but as his home faded into the…
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Flames
Her father didn’t light the flames, they had burned since he began, and he watched the embers, with a tender eye, waiting for his precious progeny to emerge.
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Blue Monday Is A Scam, But January Is Also Quite Shit
My bed begged me to be blue, frozen and fixed to her soft sheets, adored and enveloped by her warmth as a new week began, and another Monday made its way towards me. I could see her argument, and I could hear my alarm, insistent and quite desperate, and I could feel her embrace, and…
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Atop The Motorway Bridge
There was a phone number scrawled atop the motorway bridge, hotline to an angel, who couldn’t quite understand, but would endeavour to try. Everybody is trying, and life tries to be sweet, but she just wasn’t made that way, and some days, people find themselves atop the motorway bridge, trying to stop their hearts from…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 