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Tired Arms
The night is late and lonely, tired arms craving a connection, the moon is making memories with the stars, but I am bound for bed, with nobody but the sheets and my bad dreams for company. I put on a record, bracing myself for the barrenness of the cold air around me, dancing in darkness,…
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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Rebellious subjects, under the stars, that sing “Oh, how cruel is fate?” sweet harmony, that portrays my destiny. “Tier 2?” I gasp, grasping at my symptom free throat, googling traffickers that could smuggle me in to the plague pit that our capital city has become. On pain of death, or public shaming, I hope that…
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Seasons Change
Orange trees, leaning against the horizon, days tire and go home sooner, our world famous rainy days have returned. I thought about the wasted summer, how I barely made friends with the sun, we were shy acquaintances, and now I can barely see her face. I drink hot chocolate, as the trees in my yard…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 