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I read your message, and then I put my phone down and went back to my dinner
I’m your opium.You’re overdosing.Barely coping,hot sweats,huge debts to the devil.You spend and you spend,beg, again and again,I scare you to death,but you can’t stay away.I look in your eyes,and I see what I’ve done.I don’t feel a thing,and you feel everything.
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Raining
Carving your name into crimson bricks,breaking from your kiss under the shelter of the shaking bus shelter,watching it rattle under the rain,as my keys crumble against the tattooed wall,I await your lips, once again.
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Breakfast In A Beautiful Place
Rain rockets from the sky,playing a pattern on the window,harmonising with the tick tock of the clock you insist we keep on the bedside table,despite the multitude of digital options dotted around the room. The dirge of yesterday is faint,unable to keep up with me and my adventures,watching from behind the wet window as I…
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Responsibility
The sensible one,with the world around her shoulders.The smog of a sobbing earth stains your scarf,but you smile,as if your life depends on it,and you kiss me,like it will be the last time,and I die,like it was the first time I had ever lived,retiring onto the skyscrapers that sit around your shoulders with a sigh.
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Lesbians and Cats Will Do As They Please
If I am to be everything to everyone,why do they see me as so small?Why do they scold me like a little girl?Why do they let their words cast a shadow atop my head,as if I will not grow? Why do they keep clawing my flesh and gnawing on what’s left, if I am nothing?My…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 