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Hound Dog
There is no map to follow,no tire tracks or trails in the dirt,but you always find your way back,at the snap of my sorrowful fingers,hurrying out of the hollow silence into a symphony of sentimental memories. Mad in the mist, you meander,my scent still lingers in the air,and you are a happy hound dog,making your…
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You sent me a text about how I looked on the beach last night, so I stole your eyes and used them to write a poem
Blue moon by the beach,bottle of cider in your hand.Blue Hawaii from the little speakers on your expensive phone.I am at home in how good this all is.You wore my favourite colour,and you seemed to shine with the stars,my heart taking flight, in the most grounded way.Your skirt spun as you danced, with nobody in…
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Baby Face
There’s something wrong with my girlfriend. Don’t tell me that you don’t believe me, because nobody will believe me. I get it, but I don’t need to hear it. What I need is help. She hasn’t been the same since the farm. Something happened to her at the farm, and now, I don’t think anything…
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Mean Woman Blues
As sun set,you carved a love letter on an old oak tree,and I sat, submerged in the grass with a weary sigh,my eyes rolling as you presented me with yet another grand romantic gesture. Don’t you know that I’ve seen it all before?There is not a path that you can take me down that I…
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I’m Still Fond Of You
You still bore me to beautiful, brazen tears,brown eyes brimming with books that I’ll write,all about the secrets we slept next to,eyelids and final words, heavy, still weighing on hearts and minds, years later. You are boring,but it isn’t your fault.I can see you,trying to control the cosmos as you speak,panicked, purple veins on your…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 