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Tired Arms
The night is late and lonely, tired arms craving a connection, the moon is making memories with the stars, but I am bound for bed, with nobody but the sheets and my bad dreams for company. I put on a record, bracing myself for the barrenness of the cold air around me, dancing in darkness,…
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Cold
Frosted window panes, smiling at soft sunlight, that shyly pokes her head above the sky, to greet the grey pavements, that glitter with slick ice. The winter wind has arrived early, holding us close, in frozen arms, glacial kisses on bright red noses.
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Magnetic Star
I am a universe, colliding, clashing cosmos, stars and smoke, all different colours, holding the atmosphere in my hands, because it’s all that I truly have. I don’t go to parties, because they make me feel lonely. Talking to cider, that secretly sneaks away from the glass, while I am whiling away the hours. Hours…
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I Dreamed About You, Just Like I Always Do
The moon was high, wide eyed in the sky, smiling all the way around, sipping drinks with the stars, because we’re addictive, sky watching us, like she can’t get enough, keeping up with the secret kisses, in the middle of the night, in secret realms, where only we can go. There are places where I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 