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Head In The Clouds
Head in the clouds,kept clear of the Earth’s echoes,all the things that I cannot face fall away when I wander the halls of heaven.I have picked out the poppies for my graveside,gracefully gazing at my name and a list of accolades on the sandstone.I’ve been living for my last days longer than I have been…
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Here Lies That Sad Girl From The Internet
Where will the statue of me reside? When I am a pile of bones in the ground, rarely recalled by my son, who has his own life to lead, and manages to make it back on February 1st, with roses and poppies to place on a headstone, where I am identified as a wife and…
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Gwen
You always took too long to say goodbye. You were famous for it, for the frustration of people who found themselves in your web, watching you spin another conversation, from the thin promise of “I’m gonna let you go.” Crossed legs, crossed eyes, as you crept into monologues, about that woman down the shop, that…
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Cowboy Films
A myriad of matriarchs surround the stereo, someone is making sandwiches, that nobody will taste, but will eat, out of habit, and politeness. I pull down my dress, aiming for knees, I will never reach, wondering what you would think of me, if you weren’t obliged, by family ties, to love me. Generations span the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 