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Joanne and the Prisoner of Her Hatred
You screamed that my siblings were silencing you. You screamed that my siblings were dangerous. You screamed a new story, into books that didn’t ask for edits. You screamed that you knew their story better, (after all, you’re a bestseller), screaming, in the middle of the night, to a captive crowd, that used to manifest…
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What A Girl Wants
Reconcile. Wreck my life, down at the river bank, say you’re so full of sense, but I’ve never been so confused, and starved of closure, throwing myself into the water, remaining dry as a desert, deserted, dismal, desperate. Kiss me, when I’m chaotic, say you’re sick of being separate, but you sit, inside a tower,…
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New Patreon Content – Hunnybee’s Lament
Hola amigos, Supporters of my Patreon and early release programme can now access an early copy of my upcoming EP, Hunnybee’s Lament Members can also access a free copy of my recent book, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl, exclusive behind the scenes content, and unreleased content. To gain access to this…
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Nothing Is True
My mother’s womb is the ocean. I cover my dreams, and suspicions in foundation. I have been darker than a doomed room, broken home that sometimes glistens. When I listen to silence, I am breathing in bright rhythms, paying visits to pacific parts of my heart, untouched by ugly aspects. Nothing is true, when everything…
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Dirt Is Good
You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 