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Dreamlover
Many suns have set since I dared to look my heart in the eye. The key I used to carry vanished from my nightstand, unnoticed as it slipped away in the night, and I began singing in the shower again, as if life was beautiful. Dear, darling heart. I thought of her, and she called…
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New Book, Same Disaster
Crafted over the course of her healing journey, New Book, Same Disaster is Jennifer Juan’s latest poetry collection, delving deep into themes of identity, trauma, reflection, and grief. With poignant honesty, she chronicles the euphoric highs of first love, the devastating lows of loss, and the fragile moments in between. New Book, Same Disaster offers…
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They Were So Innocent
I am lost on familiar floors, asking questions of nature, when I know that she is forbidden to speak to me. These are the places that we built, to your specifications, and with the concrete of your barging, broad shoulders. Destined to be drowned by the dreary blue of your stormy eyes. I am making…
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They Were So Innocent
I am lost on familiar floors, asking questions of nature, when I know that she is forbidden to speak to me. These are the places that we built, to your specifications, and with the concrete of your barging, broad shoulders. Destined to be drowned by the dreary blue of your stormy eyes. I am making…
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Apples
Sweet Scorpio, whispering and wandering, the shadow of your shoulders swallows me whole, and I am at the mercy of a pretty party girl. My dearest love. My dearest sickness. While the moon moves, divine and decided, we watch our wicked dreams, weaved by witchcraft. This is inevitable. I have walked this path, met and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 