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Mo Bhean
My sweet dream, like a lilac sky, spied by hopeful lovers, the softness of silk on exhausted skin, the roaring, rapturous cries of the sea as she bows to the moon’s will, a single poppy in a field of trauma. You are my escape, opiate opportunity, infinite, endlessly adored by the one that you have…
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Made
I’d like to say I was made somewhere, but I don’t know that I’m complete. A naive version of myself thought this would be a settled point in my life, but she was deluded in the most darling way, footsteps receding as she raises her eyes to the stars, hopeful and hungry. I have washed…
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Old Scratch – Day Five
Tonight, when I go to sleep, I am going to take the lantern from him. I don’t know how, but I think if I do, something will change. I got so close last night. Last night’s dream was the same, for the most part. I’m not even sure they are dreams anymore, it’s like he…
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Signing My Life Away
Leaning from my Grandma’s car, biro to a headshot that I had grown to hate, I let my fingers follow the same path they have learned so well, preparing for twenty three years, but never quite being sure I had nailed it. The way you stared was like a sweet kiss to my soul, innocent…
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I Forget My Dreams
Wishing is simple, but fate is unsure, unkind. I forget my dreams.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 