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Shut Up
I thought of blue oceans and grey clouds as I passed the palace where I first kissed my latest unhappy ending. We held hands outside of the hospital where I was born, and he told me that the glow of my eyes made him feel frail and far too old, so I took the ribbons…
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Sunshine
My sweet, sane sunshine. You never stay. My eyes close, and you become smoke.
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Mary’s Boy Came Home
You came home, long hair billowing in the spring winds, sunlight shining through the open door as the sea of your mother’s tears finally parted and peace returned to her pillow. She lived another lifetime in the time you were gone, her eyes were weary but her arms were welcoming, and you fit so neatly…
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Dhachaigh
His eyes remind me of my skin, and when he looks at me, it is like staring at a version of myself that I have yet to grow tired of. When he is tired, he speaks to me in his language, as if I will automatically understand him, correcting himself when my face contorts in…
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Youth Is Wasted On The Young, And So Is True Love
I’ve wasted too much energy on people who fall in love with fucking me. My heart has only ever locked eyes with an equal once, and that was wasted, because youth is wasted on the young, and so is true love. I don’t want to be fucked. I don’t care if magazines and viral tweets…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 