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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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Angel Baby – Chapter Five – Restraint
My wrists itched. They weren’t sore, but sleeping in restraints made my skin a little bratty the morning after, which was fitting, I suppose. They just needed a little moisturiser, and they’d be fine, but my moisturiser was in my bag, in the living room and completely inaccessible to somebody who was unable to move…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 