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I Will Not Grow Old, I Will Become A Ghost
Soft, swirling curls in a knot,jotting down the world around me from my back garden,as autumn’s chill beckons to winter,and the sunset spills across my freckled face, at four PM.This is what I will do, when I am old (if I get there). I look at my grandmother,and I know that nobody could love me…
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RIP Brian From Laura’s Stream. Ur Wiv Da Angles Now. I Wanna Run To You.
Lord of the lung worm, gentleman of rainbow bars. A final phone call. He’s losing his voice, fading into fond daydreams. We will remember.
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Diana
International icon, you learned to fly, before your time, missed and mourned, your sweet smile, savoured, seen in the rising sunlight, in the eyes of your Sons. Reborn at St Paul’s, you were an angel, on earth, as all women, you were worn out, bound to be everything to everyone, and like all woman, you…
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Goodbye Garrett
Rain in Vegas,as heaven hears the news,the fate of their favourite son.Such a sweet child,lost in the lights,but always smiling,sailing down the skyline,garlands of chrysanthemums gaze at the crowd from around his neck,and white roses fill the row,landing at his feet as he bids farewell.
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My Two Fathers Are Watching
He towered over the troubled child, virtuous, virgin of hope, a child, ripped from a child herself. Messy when she fingerpaints, messy when she scribbled words that would one day become whole worlds, messy when she tried to climb the kitchen cabinets for biscuits before dinner, his very own Macarena. He had such hope for…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 