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Jam Sandwich
He grew like a weed,sprouting and towering above me,but in my eyes,he was still five years old,jam under his fingernails,reaching up with a smile and sticky hands. When he was three, he struggled to speak,but by thirteen, I couldn’t shut him up,always gabbing,babbling about the football as dinner falls from his excited mouth,a stern stare…
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Cross The Road
Why did the barren beauty cross the road?In the hopes that she’d leave the earth quicker,but the sick thing about it is, life just goes on,even when you feel you’ve been living too long.She does. Line her up.Livened up, by the door frame,lighting up,It’s a start,just a breath,just a wish,just a step in the right…
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POV: Your insanely high maintenance (and generally insane) femme gf has come to watch you play football, even though it’s raining, and she doesn’t understand sports at all
I’m lathered and lavish,lips, soft as a cloud,I’m trying to establish that your girl is around,in case any other bitch has her eyes on my baby,my nails are kinda short but I’m known to get crazy. Just for you.I wore my red dress,just for you,high heels on the hallowed ground too,slipping and sliding on the…
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Pink Pills
Pink pills underneath your tongue,pressed into a kiss that collapses the surrounding sunset.There is nothing but you, for me,and you used to be obsessed with brooding fictional characters,so I stopped smiling,starting wearing faux fur coats over my negligee,swallowing those sweet, sordid remedy,singing all my melodies about my long lost lover. My horoscope today advised that…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 