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The Loveliness Of Love
Her soul is safe.She smiles from the mirror,bright eyes lit by the end of her longing.She has the kind of smile she had long been incapable of,and her heart beats in a steady, safe rhythm.It’s okay.Her soul is safe, shot to pieces by Cupid’s arrows,but crying with joy.She smiles from the mirror,bright eyes, lit up…
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Refined Tastes
I love each line of your life’s story,lost in a language that only you and I speak,reading until my eyes are red and tired,writing my own chapters,captured by my charming lover,lounging in the most exclusive chambers of my memory. I will not insist that you are an angel,ageless and graceful,echoing the enchantment of ever present…
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Love Is The Message
Sensing shadows,I close my eyes,count to an incalculable number,nodding my head to the night’s rhythm. My glass is glowing,half full of my dreams,sipped and swallowed,swirling with the butterflies that line my stomach. The daughters of the dolls dazzle,followed by my feet,dainty and dancing down the runway.My spirit is my trophy,and tonight, my soul will shine.
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Necesito
The gentle, artificial breeze of a passing train is a moment of peace,my mouth full of mint mouthwash, and the memory of my lover,so I don’t speak,certain that they will fall and fade away if my lips were to part. I really needed this moment.
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Boo Hoo Blue
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,because they’re blue.Blue, like the oceans I gaze upon when she is gone.Blue, like the moon on a hopeful night.Blue, like the dewy, jewell encrusted sky that sits above us, as I wait.Blue, like my heart, when minutes become hours, and hours become aching.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 