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Twenty Four Hours
Twenty four times, you bite your tongue, and think of mine. Your body betrays your mind, as you wake, your lap springs to life, your rest interrupted by your impulses, racing, restless, you waste time, trying to escape your yearning mind. Twenty four trips, to the shops, to the shed, to wherever you can be…
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Always?
I sink into strawberry sadness, mountain madness, discovering you is damning but delicious. I am dreaming again, of far away hiding places, where I can heal. I dreamed once, that love was an exorcism, a line that you drew, drawing all the solitude and sorrow from your skin, letting it wash away your disappointments and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 