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Beach Walk
I came here to pick up shells, yet I’ve picked up a man. He stares until I’m shy, and laughs until I love. Lust, it must be lust. I cannot list a single thing beyond his body, that I cannot live without. This could be the end of my resistance, and the start of realisation.…
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All Lives Matter?
Graves and hearts will be empty, as they keep our corpses to hide behind. They decorate with dishonesty and plant pain in purity. It never changes. You arrive home, dinner and discussion. Your luxury is living, untouched by untrust. You have trust in those, who vandalise the virtue, of a world you pretend is equal.…
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Blogger’s Ball & New Poems :)
Some would say I’m a bit set in my ways. It wouldn’t be an unfair criticism. I tend to go to the same places, wear the same products, eat the same things, and generally just keep a routine. This is all fine, I suppose, my adventures are normally in my writing. I send my characters…
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My novel and I have entered couples therapy
Hola reflexivo amigos, I hope you’ve been well. I dont have much to update you with, but I do have some new poems below the cut. I thought you might like to know, the novel is giving me less trouble. It feels less like an atrocious marriage, and more like that kind of marriage where you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 