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Yet Another Angsty Thought About My Tarot Cards
You ask me,as always,what I’m looking for,as I look at life,with a mix of inconsolable indifference,and disastrous despair,except,when I look at you,of course.I roll the eyes you adore,at your question,because,time is precious,like my diamonds,and the little dignity I have left. I left you once,without telling you,silently slipping away,in my mind,severing the ties,that you had sweet…
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Unicorns
You recline on the couch, declining into the ground, positive that you can patch this up, presenting your wife with a plaster. The plaster is petite, rainbow mane, your very own unicorn, ready for anything, adventuring with anyone, and she’ll leave a trail of light, across your life, seducing smiles back onto broken faces, that…
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Queen Of The Underworld
It’s spring time. You wake in the sun, cursing curtains, that can’t keep the day from your face, as you wrap your arms around me, Queen of the underworld, I am gloomy but glam, shining storm clouds, that you hold, so tightly, so that they know it’s safe, to rain.
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Tweet Tweet
I hate the twitter algorithm. I don’t need to know who liked what, or who follows who. I don’t need to know that everyone is giving Piers Morgan more digital oxygen than he deserves. I don’t need to know that my ultra male feminist friend from school only uses his account to like violent porn…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 