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Borrowed and Blue
I wrote the forward to the diary of a mad woman,foolishly finding her ramblings amusing,her scratched stanzas were a mirror and a memoir,and I kissed her on a cursed cruise ship,that only seemed to stop at my port when I needed it most. How can I live if I’ve nobody to die for? I don’t…
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Putting On A Show For The Sun
My eyes were so stuck on the soil that I didn’t see the seasons change.The nights got lighter,but it wasn’t until I was frozen by indecision that I found the time to see the sun in all her glory.She stuck around until six,silent and without judgement,just watching my day unwind,my mind following,unravelling like soft, silver…
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In Conversation With The Sun
The sun has set and then seen fit to show her face again,and so have I.As she sparkles, I ask with a mousy, meek tone if I will always struggle to follow her as she rises,and we share a smile.She says nothing,but we both know that brighter days are bounding towards us.
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Too Close
I didn’t mean to make my way back to this place,but beyond my best intentions,behind my back,my fingers were crossed,and I was awake, for just a second. I am inches from all that I fear,and I feel nothing.I got my licence,just so I could show the shop assistant how well I’m ageing,when I buy juice…
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Leave Me Alone
Shattered windows panes wait at the foot of their frames with a nervous glance towards me.There is nothing I can do.I have had the fever for days,and like dogs and psychics can sense sickness,you watched my weakness from your dreams,woke and waited for the worst possible time to “just need to talk”. Now and then,you…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 