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Oceans Apart
My soul lies at sea, it’s better off there, you see. Alone. Safe and sound.
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To Know Her Is To Love Her
Is she a helping hand or an iron fist? Am I helpless or helping myself to her attention by dressing as a damsel? She’s happiest on her high horse, and every conversation feels like an intervention, which is just as well, because I am well past “troubled”, and she so loves to “fix” me. I…
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Rainbows Have Nothing To Hide, but Poppies Do
My poppies are shy, this spring, under the dirt, determined to stay in bed as long as possible, like a troubled teen in that first summer after a heartbreak, they grip tight to the ground and growl, “Mother, I don’t like it out there.” I mean, who could blame them? I am thinking of joining…
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Back On The Boat
My mistress’ eyes are the only thing I see when I sleep.However hard I try to escape the bounds of boundless affection,all I do is dream of her glacial gaze,in the service of a temptress,reeling all day, long after I have awoken.It isn’t a bad life, to be in love. Last night, she told me…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 