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Love Is Exhausting
She asked me how I felt about living in a cottage,and caught the glare of horror I returned, before I realised that she was attempting to be romantic,and replaced it with a nondescript nod, that meant nothing at all. It was her turn to glare,glacial and glowering,as if it was a crime for me to…
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Who’s That Girl?
I’m that girl from your computer screen, on the live stream, or the self destructive Instagram stories. I am a collective hallucination that heats up around Halloween and Christmas time. That girl in a minidress at a Catholic Church, that bitch who sits on the bridge by her lakeside lair, writing rhymes and reasons to…
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Can You Keep A Secret?
My heart grieves for a time when my love was seen as uneventful,unremarkable to everyone but me.When I would stare out into the setting sun,atop warring waves,and my love was safe in a way I can no longer feel. I miss when I could kiss and nobody thought it was their business,or something fitting of…
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Season Of The Dreaming Witch
Summer steps closer with every sunset. I let myself lose consciousness, driven closer to dawn and another day to be knocked down in my pursuit of the power of love. I will see you at Summer, my sweet saviour, so sure if it, I am, like the sadder but wiser green puppet that plays among…
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Turn Off The Lights
Busy dreams in bright skies, haunted by your lust, I blush. Turn off the lights, love.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 