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Ghostwriter
Guitar on the ground, my vision is clear, and all the rose tinting turned out to be blood. There’s apparently a reason for everything, but I’ve always had my doubts. I’ve always been the kind of girl that gets no lessons from mistakes, unable to understand why taking the same path always leads to the…
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Angel Number Two – 222
My lucky number, rests on my left wrist. Dos. Two. I hear the angels. I hear the angels. They say not to cry. My eyes, for once, they listen. For once, I glisten. You can find me in my dreams, but I won’t go back. I just won’t go back, never straying from the path,…
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Down With The Ship
The sea was always my soulmate, but to her, I could never be faithful, for just like every messy, misinformed mermaid, the pleasures and luxuries of the land were always too much of a temptation, and so I watched her weep, as she watched me leave, swearing that this was the last time, and that…
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A Lil Haiku For The Person Who Emailed Me To Tell Me That I Should Be Deported For Disrespecting The Monarchy
Prince Charles is a bitch. A big earred bitch, to be clear. I said what I said.
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Mood Ring
Rosy butterflies fly, excited in the air, circling me, with sweet intentions. The day belongs to me and I breathe like I am grateful to be alive, deep and slow, angels are sleeping in my soul, and I call them to awaken, because there is so much to see. I put on my perfume, stalked…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 