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It Doesn’t Mean Anything
The temperature is tepid,flags flick and flex in the winter wind from every window,lit up by advent candles,because the football is apparently coming home for Christmas,after ignoring its obligations for several years (unless a woman asked),and every night,the pub is buzzing,because people finally have something to look forward to on this mad little island. You…
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Your Promise
I’m your favourite girl,glittering in the morning sunshine,spellbinding in silk.Cosmic kiss on candy coated lips,your promise is reborn in shining diamonds.
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Writing To Michael
I wrote a letter beneath the shimmering lights of the season,not to a holiday icon, hoping for granted wishes,but to a familiar name,that has never had a face attached,but feels like a match,by blood,or by spirit,I could never tell which. I have written a letter to the man who shares my surname.We could be related,or…
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Dinner Date
Your cultivation of my attention was swift, and somewhat impressive.Blinding,bad,better,bold,it was dangerous to dine with you. I hated to be your dinner date,because your hands would rule a Kingdom under the table,and I was a persecuted subject,tormented,tortured,toyed with,torrid. Struck by the sudden sweetness of your stare,I begin to wonder if I am in trouble,or if…
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Winter Morning
Leaves wave from the almost bare branches,and though I am barely awake,I am through with the day already.The sky is a grey grimace,glowering down at me,giving attitude that I don’t deserve,because we’re both getting going on a day that doesn’t promise us much.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 