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Parasite In Chief, In His Mum’s Idiot Hat
The freight train fires past,and then my view is clear.Clean apartments across the street,untouched and unburdened by the responsibility of being a home,resided in by imaginary, investment capital,close to the capital city but never seeing the smoke,all alone, in a way that I find painfully relatable. This town has nothing to see.I kneel before its…
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Bannau Brycheiniog
I made you a cup of tea,remembering you weren’t here halfway through,but seeing it through nonetheless.It swirled in cinnamon circles as it chased itself down the drain,and I was shocked at the silence of the room,even though I had no reason to expect anything else. I tried to take your photograph last night,half asleep and…
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It’s A Nice Day For A Nightmare
Beguiled on a beautiful evening,ballgown in an almost empty house,enchanted in the embrace of my melancholy baby,trying a trial separation from the trials and tribulations of my subconscious. I told her not to read too much into my dreams,they are just things of fantasy and feathersbut sometimes, they sharpen their knives and I am at…
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This Is My Heaven
I keep you in the small seconds of soft quiet,under silver moonlight,serene crackling from the wireless,Simon Templar’s shoes against dark streets, surrounded by foreboding whistling. This is my heaven. Your name nestled in my mouth,your lips, loose on my trembling neck,silk slip, slipping down onto the sheets,serene cyclone starting in my shaking thighs and sending…
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Back Garden Theatre
The orchestra of a Sunday evening swarms from the trees,peeking through the leaves and the long, luscious branches,their throats full of hope and happiness.It is a joy to be their only audience.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 