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An Answer
I became besotted with my suffering at an early age, bewitched, and addicted, endlessly longing for pain, because it numbed the aching want that wounded my soul, spreading through each of my bones until I was dripping with poison. I am so cruel, because I have been kept captive by the idea that at any…
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To The Next Girl
Hello Jennifer, Typically, at this time of year, I write a little something to the girl of yesterday but this year, I will write to the girl of tomorrow. I couldn’t warn you about this year. You would never believe me, so instead, I will reach out into the future and hope that it will…
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The Block Persists
I’ve been waiting for her to catch me, but she’s as elusive as she is essential. Out of sight, out of reach, and I am almost out of time, hurtling down every road and every path, hunting her, with longing in my veins, and heat within my heart.
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A Picture Of Christmas
Red ribbons are scattered among the sugar paper, as plum pudding satisfies the roar of rumbling stomachs on the sofa, and talking toys reach out from the television to tear the children from boredom. The sun has set, and arguments over board games have been settled. There is nothing else to do, but smile.
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It’s Happening
Night falls, and I read your letter again by candle light, mouthing your words to the empty room, as the flame of the candle found its way to my heart. I glow, like a warm evening sky, and you must be somewhere close, glowing too.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 