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Growing From A Wasteland
Maybe it was meant to be, honestly, it’s so hard to tell, all roads have been taken off the map, I am walking with my eyes closed, running every now and then, inside a maze of my own making. Let the answers be clearer when dawn breaks, obvious and open, crystalline and closer, violet rain…
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Bored and Bruised
I am a spoiled, horrid brat in a hurry for hurried heartbeats. I want entertainment and enhancement, in any order, but never from someone who bores me, and I bore as easily as I bruise, breaking hearts and singing the blues, these are just the things I do, while I’m searching for something that will…
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The Only Man A Girl Can Depend On Is Her Spirit Guide
We’re looking down at the clouds, hands held, souls melded, ocean oracles stare deep into my spirit, and tell me everything I have ever needed to know. You, like a father, a best friend, a clean up crew, all those thankless things, all the pain I’ve put us through, but you always stayed true to…
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I Can’t Afford To Go Overboard
The sea swept softly against the steel of the hull,she had left her last words on my shoulder,with a swift kiss that clearly stated that the word “last” meant nothing to her.The ocean reached up towards me,eager to earn my trust and tell me a tale,aching to ask me why I had forgotten the art…
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Final Moments
It was the day after the dazed daydream before,and I had dreamed of a hurried escape from certain death,clasped in the grasp of my own lapsed judgement,I had been in all kinds of trouble, as usual.Up to my knees in never ending nonsense,wading through water that was born of my own eyes,a ship that went…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 