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This isn’t just about typos, tapes, staples and pencils, is it, Hunnybee?
I wrote your initials on each of my scars, so I’d remember that pain doesn’t own me anymore. There is fire in my veins now. Candy in my kiss again, my lips soft, for when we next meet, and my hands are heavy with jewellery and fidelity, nailed to your desk, to show my devotion.…
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I Have Emptied Out All My Anxieties and Presented Them In A Long Ramble, For The Ease Of My Long Suffering Therapist
I miss being bankrupted by my local cinema for a small popcorn and a milkshake. I miss being alone in the dark, as monsters make chaos on the screen before my eyes, while I imagine an arm around my shoulder and a kiss upon my cheek. I miss being kissed. Kissed by him specifically. The…
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Reverse Retrograde
Last night, I was waiting in the lobby of a hotel, for something that wouldn’t end well, because I’m just the kind of girl that constructs self destructive destinies, and lives them out in full fantasy and glamour. Helping myself to a herbal cigarette, like I used to smoke when I was broke, I am…
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New Poetry Collection – Our Next Kiss
Your First Message Blood On My Hands River Thames at Sunset Lost In The Woods Car Park Kiss The Sunrise I Should Not Be Seeing You I Woke Up Early, And I Missed You I Made Coffee Goodnight Guy Talking In My Sleep Do You Believe In Aliens? Our Next Kiss – Your First Message…
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Our Next Kiss
Last night, we had our next kiss, deep in my dreams, drenched in sunlight, your eyes, held tightly to the sky, keeping its colour for themselves, and for so long, I stared, my lips, my heart, tingling and trembling. The soft winds of Spring wrap around our bodies, pulling us closer, and I am so…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 