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Mary’s Boy Came Home
You came home, long hair billowing in the spring winds, sunlight shining through the open door as the sea of your mother’s tears finally parted and peace returned to her pillow. She lived another lifetime in the time you were gone, her eyes were weary but her arms were welcoming, and you fit so neatly…
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Dhachaigh
His eyes remind me of my skin, and when he looks at me, it is like staring at a version of myself that I have yet to grow tired of. When he is tired, he speaks to me in his language, as if I will automatically understand him, correcting himself when my face contorts in…
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Youth Is Wasted On The Young, And So Is True Love
I’ve wasted too much energy on people who fall in love with fucking me. My heart has only ever locked eyes with an equal once, and that was wasted, because youth is wasted on the young, and so is true love. I don’t want to be fucked. I don’t care if magazines and viral tweets…
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Swapping Stories With A Stranger
Last night, the sun was still alive, looming above, but flagging with fatigue, and the sky was a soothing shade of blue. There were bottles, broken and blessed on the brown and grey stones of the pavement, as I crept past, lighting up a cigarette, hoping not to halt the slumber of a man who…
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April 1st
Who needs April Fools, when life right now is a joke? I am not laughing.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 