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Dirt Is Good
You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…
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The Girl Who Fell In Love With Death
It has been many months, since I saw you last. Eighteen, to be exact, since our secret trysts stopped, since I sent you away, telling you, it was the last time. It was always the last time. Every time, I don’t expect to see you again, but you follow me, like a phantom, finding me,…
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Both Of Us Are Hurt
Both of us are hurt, that’s just what people do, love. Love is a sickness. Both of us are hurt, same fingerprints, mirrored wounds. Wounded by wanting. Both of us are hurt, but tonight, we will be healed. Healed in vain. In love.
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Convincing
I wear bruises for you, so many bracelets, black and blue, up and down my arms, picturing you, powerful, stray hairs on the pillows, black roadmaps, that we race down, adding more locations every evening. You don’t mean to spoil me so much. New jewellery, every time you touch me. I discuss our damage, with…
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Signed Paperback Restocks Now Available – New Signed Items Available
Hola amigos, Signed Paperback copies of my new poetry collection, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl, as well as restocks of Deus Ex Machina, Ol’ Brown Eyes Is Back, and 27, With A White Lighter are now available in my store 🙂 Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl Deus…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 