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Magpies
Last night, as you dreamt of the one you loved, I jumped, for joy, in front of a train. Nobody saw. It went right through me, faster and harder, than the way you kissed me goodbye. I, the most beautiful blur of broken hearted blood. When it hit me, I gazed up at…
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Depression Is Not Real?
Hola amigos, I hope you are enjoying the winter holidays! You can now check out the video for “Depression Is Not Real” on my YouTube channel, or by clicking below! Besos, J x Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here Order “Home…
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This One
With standards lower than my necklines, I scribbled your name, everywhere I could reach. My wishes for us, fell to the floor, and I joined them, clutching at your shoes, the hems of your trousers, hysterically hoping. Please. Please. Please. Don’t let this one, be the one, who leaves, like the last. Order “Stormy Weather”…
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El Triste
El triste. I am at my mirror, unable to glance up, to the disappointed gaze, of a girl who hoped for better, but settled for something that made sense. I am wrapped in the velvet rope, that holds me, from the woman I want to be, and I am ashamed, but apathetic, that I didn’t…
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Medicine Cabinet
I made friends with the medicine cabinet. I asked him to take me away, from the house that built me, and I asked it why the house went deaf, every time I went to the door, to tell it my troubles. He told me she had dreams for me, stuffed in her ear, like wax…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 