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Tears On My Pillow
There were no tears on my pillow, for all you left were purple paintings, tinged with the darkest sky, on the legs you said you loved, that stayed covered all summer long, housing your latest exhibit. My heart was the least of my worries, but, oh, how she worried, that the rest of me wouldn’t…
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Ask Jen! – September 4th
Hola amigos, Today, I’m going to be answering a few more of the questions you sent me. Katie asked “When you went to Scotland, where did you go, and did you like it?” I went to Glasgow, and it was lovely. Everyone was so friendly and polite, and it’s a really beautiful city. Mark asked…
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Dying and Destroying
I kiss your rosy wrists, their icy touch burns and blisters. Your lungs lie still, quite content with silence, so stuck on stillness. Open eyes, look past me, the whole world, lost in your lens, the whole world, draining as the blood drains from your face, and I start to forget the world. There is…
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Panda Princess
When we fight, my old face washes off in the storm, leaving a panda princess. When silent, you make sense, I don’t understand your spoken nonsense. In the dark of early morning, when shadows play, let me play on your mind. I’ll lay kisses on your vocabulary, and force you to be sweeter in the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 