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Lost Property
It’s not like I’m not sick of trying,a mistress to my madness,the lavish Lady Byron.Reborn and reformed,but still chaotic and cruel,surviving shipwrecks but always missing the ocean in my lungs. It’s so easy to surrender,to die without a fight,so that I will be remembered as the perfect mix of desolate and dazzling.I’m not desperate, these…
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Saved
We fight wars every day together, shared sorrow, sympathy on the kitchen floor. I was a disaster, but you still found me charming, called me your darling, and I glowed under the light of your love. Rising from the rawness of death, finding a fresh start, destructing until I was reconstructed as somebody new, and…
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Bag For Life
The trouble with me is that I am a vacation,a place to get lost in,until you find yourself.Come and be captured in cool waters,bronzing and barely noticing that all the doors are locked. My bags for life have commitment issues,buckling and making a break for it,mint sauce and milk shake splatter down the gutter,and I…
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uh-huh, honey
We filled a photo album in one weekend, and every time the camera clicked, framing your pretty face, I thought, “one good girl really IS worth a thousand bitches.” My ring finger has been itching all night. You poured the wine our friends got us down the sink, and we warmed the house with some…
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Seize The Means Of Seduction
I am wearing that scarlet slip I know you like, my hair is soft and smells of strawberries, and I can barely resist another peek in the mirror, glimmering like a midnight fantasy, smiling as I hear the harmony of your key turning in the door. Tonight, I am going to seize the means of…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 