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A Process
It was not your dress,but mine,cleaned but creased,swinging from the back of the bathroom door,watching me weep on the tiles below.It is the little things that breaks me into pieces.You would scold your old dog,lamenting that she could never learn the new and exciting trick that you called “ironing”,and as I traced the wrinkled fabric…
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Intentions
My garden was mired with magpies,messages from the branches of recovering trees, that had more confidence in their ability to survive than I had ever summoned.The world is resilient,and I learn from the Earth and the green stems that shoot from it,pressing my shaking hands to the cool ground and feeling the world whispering to…
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Lucid Living
Inorganic dreams.Escaping is all I do.Running from daylight.
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Earth Shattering
The stars screamed in envy,the sky, blinded by binding, unwinding affection.We were all that went on,all that the shuddering, speechless earth could entertain,and as the mountains met the scowl of the stars,they smiled through manic tears.I’m mad about you,but they are unhinged in their adoration.There is magic and madness in the air,mystical, mythical meaning to…
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Dear Lord, What A Sad Little Life Charles
Dissenters, arrested,subjects, starving,planet, parched, distressed, and just done with it.An old man sits in his palace,obsessed with his image,and his delusions of destiny that hold no density. His ears are as big as his ego,but he cannot hear the cries of crushed subjects.His party might be mandatory,but he can’t force the hearts of the nation…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 