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Oh My God. What Have You Done?
I’m waiting in my garden for my girl,all my dreams bend and break around the stems of my roses,and it’s almost like the more I wish,the more I lose,but I still wish,because I’m a creature of cruel habits. Maybe she will see me in the spring time,when the sunshine is a sweet friend to the…
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How Insensitive
Each setting of the sun,minute and moment brings me closer to you.I can feel the fire of your arrival,itching underneath my skin,and though I’m still lost in my lonely lullabies,fast asleep by the time the day begins,I wake up when I feel your hand in mine,every time,without fail. You’re on the way,and I don’t know…
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Mayflowers
I am made of mayflowers,sweet symbol of the spring.I wait all winter, to watch myself grow,singing my overture in the shade,as the sunlight fades away. My mother walked with great pain,a crown on thorns in her womb and a pebble in her shoe,but she carried her flowering child,until she found the forest and spilled me…
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I Have Forgiven New Year
I have forgiven the new year.My arms ache to hold her,and all she could bring,because I no longer fear moving forward,and I am no longer a prisoner of the past. I bless her throat with the blood of Jesus Christ,hold her hand through the curtains of confession,and I tell her that we can be reborn…
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Dream Valley
I wrote a story about a valley as I slept,a peaceful place for my soul to rest,filling in the shadows of the flowers,the ripples of the rivers. Maybe, one day, I will wake up there,all will be well.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 