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Daisy Chains
Glittery cigarette, laying on my lips, mixing drinks with the moon, on the soft sand. Call me your Queen, raging waves, our new homeland, late night lollipops, setting sun, wandering hands. Golden eyes, watching you, from my daisy chains, wrapped around my wrist, and the waist you claim. Bluebells, baby, maybe I could change, strip…
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Counselling
Don’t be stubborn. Don’t be distrusting. Don’t be so distressed. Don’t carry the crimes of lost souls, into your new life. These are the mantras, I repeat in my mirror, every morning, trying hard to adore the idea, of existing in such an unsure, unappealing universe. I don’t mean to be unkind, but as a…
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Temperance
New days are never promised, until the storm is calm, and assurance is redundant. I’m a little reluctant, to wade through rivers and reeds, born again, for the thirteenth time today, destined to be saved by the divine, just in time, but wondering why we have to go through this, every single time. The star…
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Morpheus
In the arms of Morpheus, I am mollified. Sweet serenity, crafting dark adventures, when the moon reigns, and the sun hides, for everyone that we meet. Pass me a poppy, let me sing you to sleep, let us see what awaits, outside the gates, of this restrictive realm, dreaming divine, without deceit, sleeping on seeds.…
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My Misspent Youth
Cool girl, Canary Wharf, pickpocketing promises, of necklaces and neck kisses, when all she wants is dinner and drinks, the chance to collapse into the city, see the world, on the right side of the river. Taking notes, in lectures, bustling bars, on how to find a rich man, to take to the inevitable family…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 