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War Wounds
The battle was won,my wounds were newborn,I was reborn,and in a field of blood stained grass,I didn’t cry.I sang.
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Your Loving Teddy Bear
I kissed your blues away in the back seat of my pink Cadillac,kept your secrets to myself,and my love,locked inside your daydreams while you were at war.Summer had arrived,and I had my mind on a white Christmas and a new existence,wishing the world’s kind gift of sweet minutes away,until you came to my door,with your…
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The Music Goes Around and Around
People will praise you with words they could not part with in the days you breathed,their breath, catching in their throats,chaotic crying becomes heartfelt reminiscing,and then, back again. Grief, goes around and around, like a fairground ride or a repetitive pop song,spreading like a sweet sickness,because it feels good to cry. You will grow,shooting from…
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Comings and Goings
I ride the bus to hell,but over the rumble of the engine,I hear heaven’s soft song,and her wings fill the sky. This is just temporary.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 