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I Dreamed About You, Just Like I Always Do
The moon was high, wide eyed in the sky, smiling all the way around, sipping drinks with the stars, because we’re addictive, sky watching us, like she can’t get enough, keeping up with the secret kisses, in the middle of the night, in secret realms, where only we can go. There are places where I…
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I love you, Mother
I cried once, on Christmas Day, alone in the kitchen, because you said that you were proud of me, and I was overwhelmed, uncertain if I deserved adoration. Being proud of me must have been a long road. I know that I trouble you, without ever meaning to. I used to see myself as an…
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The Sky Is My Home
Change is pulsing through purple and pink skies, flying and fawning over clouds that change too, telling stories as the stars come home, to let the sun rest. The sky is my home, but I visit so many places, in pursuit of you, that sometimes I am lost. My eyes close and I visit somewhere…
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Backfire
I have my hands on a gun, loaded and lukewarm, I see a bullet up ahead, one lodged in my head, when I gaze into the glass of my bathroom mirror, which looks so much like the one we had in our house. It was my house, but you made yourself at home, soft, sentimental…
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I Am In A Cycle
I should be careful. I am stained glass. Lost. Shattered. Bright lights, despairing.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 