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Through The Keyhole
All that I have are glimpses. Ghostly shivers, poison as I pass by her door. Nevermore. The sky is silent, watching me pace and pay attention to each ember of the fire that threatens to burst free, tingling at the fingertips that breathe only for her, twitching, yearning, screaming, burning, drumming on the door that…
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She Cannot Begin To Understand
I’ve no idea where the sun has got to. I am lost in a lightless night, layered in lavender and lilac, listening to rare records from Welsh and Mancunian songbirds, who smoke cigarettes and shout for their freedom. 4AM. Perhaps 4PM. For you, I would have given the world, or at least that was what…
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Self Inflicted
Piercing blue skies and pearl earrings, smoky laughs and changing seasons. Polka dotted printed blouses, blushing brides in salmon chiffon, smiling from the window as I wait for a sign, waiting for you to arrive, but wracked with worry. I tried not to talk about you, and wrote an album, played for a vision of…
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Camping
The stars were sick of sad stories, hungry, in their hearts for the whole world to change. The branches bowed as we bounded through the forest, kissing in the cascading darkness, the camp girl who could not camp, captured by her adventurer and kept close, between her teeth, trembling lips, and enveloping aura. The air…
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Everything Good Always Comes Back Around
The butterflies are coming back, early, but earned, by the scorched, silent earth. Raindrops reach out to the solemn soil, soothing her with a gentle kiss, whispering about the fantasy of soft, Spring days, and for just a moment, there is a reason to live.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 