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The Time Is Twelve Minutes To Seven
The time is twelve minutes to seven,war is rumbling under the Earth,and I am being pulled from Heaven,to settle down into some kind of hell. I stare from my sheets at a crashing, cosmic ocean,the waves are weary but wonderful,slowly springing to life as the sun follows suit,but I know it is only ever occasional,never…
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Spoiled
They are tempted by my temper,because my exotic flair makes it feel like passion,something fashionable,like in a French magazine,since sweet sixteen,and further back,in the fables of my life that I have forgotten,I was rotten to the core,storming through each day with a smile and my rage. I dream of diamonds,around my neck and down the…
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Life On Venus
Is this a true story?You’ll have to stick around and find out,dear reader,because, I, your beloved and unreliable narrator have always regaled you with my tall tales,the truth melting in my mouth as I weave between your reality and my own. Once upon a time,twice as long ago as you’d expect,silver lights shined through closed…
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Straight and Narrow
Every now and then I find myself fantasising about the most unremarkable things.Daydreaming about washing dishes as you dry with a tattered teatowel,when my guilt comes in gallons and works its way down my throat,I think about washing dishes with you,with your favourite record playing from the living room,and your hands, wrinkled from the water…
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Shower
I found your fingers across my neck the next morning in the shower,such was your determination to follow me to the ends of the earth (or at least from the bedroom to the shower),exhausted but devoted,your cold morning kiss joined them,warming under the rushing water,clutching me close in the cascade as you whispered my name.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 