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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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The Actual Moon
I swallowed your sweet sayonara. Wallowing in waiting, for you to change your mind, or tell me it was a joke. I had icy air, running to and fro, through my throat, and open mouth, staring open mouthed, at the denial, deep in my veins. I love you, you know. Do you know that? I…
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Summer Sun
When the sun goes down, I still shade my view, with blue hearts, so you can’t see, my aching eyes, that want more than the summer, from you. The rest of me, is just as crazy about you, I bury myself under soft sand, waiting for waves to tell me what went wrong. I already…
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Maybe He’ll Come Back
Maybe he’ll come back, back to who I thought he was, or maybe he didn’t ever leave, and I just want someone, to return, when they had never visited me at all. Maybe he’ll be new, to this party, if I close my eyes, if I count to ten, if I make a wish. Maybe…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 