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Counting
I got good at maths, since we last spoke. Counting weeks, since you gave a fuck. I remember love, how it fell through my fingers, at another’s hand. Am I clear enough? Or am I counting goodbyes, that wanted to stay?
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Ghosted
Last time, you took a souvenir, as you left. I was asleep, eyes closed, not seeing you steal, segments of my soul, sweet and serene, wrapped in the brightest days. You walked into the night, no goodbyes, no route back, you go back, to being alone, barely alive, staring at the small part of my…
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Joanne and the Prisoner of Her Hatred
You screamed that my siblings were silencing you. You screamed that my siblings were dangerous. You screamed a new story, into books that didn’t ask for edits. You screamed that you knew their story better, (after all, you’re a bestseller), screaming, in the middle of the night, to a captive crowd, that used to manifest…
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What A Girl Wants
Reconcile. Wreck my life, down at the river bank, say you’re so full of sense, but I’ve never been so confused, and starved of closure, throwing myself into the water, remaining dry as a desert, deserted, dismal, desperate. Kiss me, when I’m chaotic, say you’re sick of being separate, but you sit, inside a tower,…
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Nothing Is True
My mother’s womb is the ocean. I cover my dreams, and suspicions in foundation. I have been darker than a doomed room, broken home that sometimes glistens. When I listen to silence, I am breathing in bright rhythms, paying visits to pacific parts of my heart, untouched by ugly aspects. Nothing is true, when everything…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 