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Heatwave
The air is hot. I hit the streets in the necklace you got me for my birthday, behind my boyfriend’s back, knowing that the pendant will leave a tan mark all around my neck, a map for your lips, when you get me alone. There’s nothing more romantic than the rush of forbidden love, sleeping,…
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Survivor’s Guilt
The party is over. I pass you a glass of cold water, but you don’t even feel it as it finds it’s way down your throat. I hold onto it as you drink, because your hands are shaking. I know what that faraway stare means. I know you go somewhere else, to hide from the…
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Flashback – The Woes Of The Wife Guy
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,and I should be grateful that she was altruistic enough to exist that way,for my own eyes follow hers with no cessation,and were her gaze like the sun,my own eyes would shrivel and burn,my mind sent mad at the endless daylight.She lets me rest, by her side,my heartbeat,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 