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Sunflowers
Flower crowns, in a forgotten field, sunflowers that towers over summer skies, busted iPhone sings Magic Potion, and the body electric. These are the magical times, sunny sweetheart, when we are electric, sparking and sparkling, infatuated illuminations, on August afternoons, high on sugar, sweet on each other, my eyes on your shirt, that rests on…
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New Visual Poem – Million Dollar Marilyn Monroe
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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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Sincerely, Jennifer x 