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Labour
The walls have a warmth to them, because you are standing and staring at them, spilling sunshine and asking my opinion on paint swatches. I am overwhelmed. There are so many walls. So many rooms. I have so little to give, just my dresses in a bent and struggling cardboard box, and as much of…
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Lover Girl
Let me live, my lover girl.Don’t let me get lost,don’t letmelose it all,don’t letmelose my mind. OOPS! it’s already gone,and I’ve given you my heart,with your initials carved in each curve and crevice.Oh my love,is it really such a disgrace,to fall in love,to stay in love,to find new madness in the estate of my affections…
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Don’t Bury That Gay. She’s Mine.
Your heartbeat is so heavy inside my head, and your breath is a beautiful, laboured melody, that I know I will eternally hear. I am afraid of what happens when I am alone again. I have been alone. I remember the way I watched the sun obsessively, seeing it rise, admiring it as it hung…
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Choking. Dying.
Even in my dreams, my days are dark and dismal. My mind is so cruel. My mind is a maze, and I am always so lost. It takes the edge off. Give me a new dream, a breath of clean, and fresh air. I’m choking. Dying.
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Heatwave
Strawberries spilled across the clean counter,chased by the sharp silver of the knife that was shepherding them all towards the chopping board,right next to the half pint of heavenly cream. You told me that I’d get a headache,from the heat,and all my worrying.Popped half a strawberry in between my lips with a kiss on my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 