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Flashback – Here’s To The Kids Who Wear Purple
You taught me to love, showing me how to put familiar fondness in the single fondant fancy I would find, hiding in my lunch box, alongside salad sandwiches, that tasted of “Have a good day.” “Come home safe.” “You are the thing I have loved most, in this wild, wide world.” I watched you wash…
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Tasting A Trader
I danced and drank with somebody’s daughter, as the rich district of my town went down in flames. Light lined the streets and reflected off of her eyes, and I was lightheaded, lost in the idea that a new world was about to start, because she has started to undress me, and wealth spilled into…
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Flashback – R+E
Scratch your fever into the forest. Parted from the heart she longed for, settling for cold concrete, soft but sombre surroundings, the forest, now a pessimistic plank will understand. She will know the truth, that he was cute, the moment you met him. She will know that you still loved him, even when his face,…
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Love Story
Tasting your lips as the Taylor Swift record you put on spins to the last second, we are surrounded by silence, enveloped by the insistent heat of the summer night, and the moonlight that moves through the curtains onto our skin. I kiss you, again, our love story, layered and luscious, standing and then falling,…
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Flashback – St Pancras
We had been together six months, when she asked me again, to tell her about myself. I thought about just handing her my press bio, running from the room, where I didn’t have to confront my coldness, and the way it blistered her beautiful skin. Would it be such a sin, to just…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 