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You Are Not Ted Hughes
You stained me, with stories about saving me, borrowing every line for your bestseller, from the letters of my life, and I tried to be grateful, that I was of such interest, to a cloud of Charlie Brooker books, that had suddenly seen me, for the very first time, but I had to decline, dropping…
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Faith
It is 4am, and once again, you are camped out, on the bathroom floor, as I educate the bubbles about all that bothers me. My hand is held, as I hold your attention, with my endless, anxious monologues. Hoping aloud, that my autopsy pics, will be aesthetically pleasing, made for morbid moodboards, in soft sepia…
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Scavenger Hunt
I used to think I had a type, but I’m starting to think, in between listening to self help subliminals, and typing up all my adventures, that each achingly amorous affair, was a clue, on a scavenger hunt. My first clue, was a severed, severe hand, clutching a ruler. I took him home, holding him,…
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Aberforth Rides Again
My ex wife told me once, that she sold her soul to Satan, because she was a control freak, and she was starting to think that Christianity was a scam. Apparently, God was always giving her orders, and deciding her fate. He decided that she should be a beautiful blonde, with a gorgeous hazel gaze,…
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You Make Me Happy
Yesterday I was thinking about us, outside of the day’s distractions, unfortunately overwhelming. My mind was swimming in a stream, arching and reclining, knowledgeable and everblooming, enabling my imagination. Have I gotten off track? Ah, please bring me back, please tell me that, you’ve been thinking about us too. Read My Books Hear My Music…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 