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Juxtaposed
My life is a long and lucid tale,happy and then hysterical,always a different colour and flavour when I close and open my eyes,I’m used to it, but I think you’ll need a little time.Read my diary if you want the full story,it’s just going to be a challenge to decipher my handwriting. Let’s just suppose…
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Mo Bhean
My sweet dream, like a lilac sky, spied by hopeful lovers, the softness of silk on exhausted skin, the roaring, rapturous cries of the sea as she bows to the moon’s will, a single poppy in a field of trauma. You are my escape, opiate opportunity, infinite, endlessly adored by the one that you have…
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My Dream Is Yours, Because It’s Yours and Mine
Your hand was full of hope, feeling unfamiliar in my own, but so necessary,so satisfying, as if it was something that had always fit there, but had never made itself known,and I kept your kiss and phone number on an old gum wrapper, because my mobile needed to nap,after snapping so many pictures of us.…
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Gershwin
Call me your council estate princess,cider is my nectar and your neck is the place where I rest my weary head,resisting the urge to try on your glasses,so I can see from your perspective. God is keeping an eye on me,because I’m the kind of girl you have to watch like a quaking kettle or…
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New Year, New Poem
Red and green sparks slink across the sky.Life is returning for a moment,meek and mastered no more,she is strong,roaring as she stretches across my eyeline,to remind me, once again, that nothing lasts forever,except the joy of fireworks. I feel it in the air,bubbling and brewing under my skin.There is magic in my drink.Down it goes,right…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 