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Tears On My Pillow
There were no tears on my pillow, for all you left were purple paintings, tinged with the darkest sky, on the legs you said you loved, that stayed covered all summer long, housing your latest exhibit. My heart was the least of my worries, but, oh, how she worried, that the rest of me wouldn’t…
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Panda Princess
When we fight, my old face washes off in the storm, leaving a panda princess. When silent, you make sense, I don’t understand your spoken nonsense. In the dark of early morning, when shadows play, let me play on your mind. I’ll lay kisses on your vocabulary, and force you to be sweeter in the…
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All Lives Matter?
Graves and hearts will be empty, as they keep our corpses to hide behind. They decorate with dishonesty and plant pain in purity. It never changes. You arrive home, dinner and discussion. Your luxury is living, untouched by untrust. You have trust in those, who vandalise the virtue, of a world you pretend is equal.…
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Blogger’s Ball & New Poems :)
Some would say I’m a bit set in my ways. It wouldn’t be an unfair criticism. I tend to go to the same places, wear the same products, eat the same things, and generally just keep a routine. This is all fine, I suppose, my adventures are normally in my writing. I send my characters…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 