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Balcony
Building dreams on my balcony, breaking and rebuilding myself, breathing smoke, in and out, as the sun sets, my drink follows her down, until my glass is empty and lonely. I lift her anyway, out of habit, letting her coolness balance on my lips, as my balcony dreams swim beneath me, in the cool waters…
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Art Class
I break old patterns, colours run, collide, reform. I am clean and new.
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A Quiet Life
They’re complaining again, and I’m trapped, somewhere in the ceiling, because that’s where I was left, when everyone ran away and it suddenly became my job to avoid their ever changing moods, and daily drinking binges. I type out a text, with my own complaints, about how I’m so tired from all the tornados, how…
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The Noise
I don’t want to die, by any means, but I have not really enjoyed being alive, for quite some time. I feel like I’m on a constant track, that deviates, in a sense, every now and then, but never to a place that makes sense, just to a noise. I know that makes no sense,…
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Cover Me In White Roses
Cover me in white roses, when it’s all over, when the sun stops spinning around me, and the stars dress in dark lace. Make me a garden, where things go to say goodbye, in the chapel, where we first kissed, racked with guilt, because our love always felt secret, even when everybody knew, and you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 