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To The Next Girl
Hello Jennifer, Typically, at this time of year, I write a little something to the girl of yesterday but this year, I will write to the girl of tomorrow. I couldn’t warn you about this year. You would never believe me, so instead, I will reach out into the future and hope that it will…
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The Block Persists
I’ve been waiting for her to catch me, but she’s as elusive as she is essential. Out of sight, out of reach, and I am almost out of time, hurtling down every road and every path, hunting her, with longing in my veins, and heat within my heart.
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A Picture Of Christmas
Red ribbons are scattered among the sugar paper, as plum pudding satisfies the roar of rumbling stomachs on the sofa, and talking toys reach out from the television to tear the children from boredom. The sun has set, and arguments over board games have been settled. There is nothing else to do, but smile.
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It’s Happening
Night falls, and I read your letter again by candle light, mouthing your words to the empty room, as the flame of the candle found its way to my heart. I glow, like a warm evening sky, and you must be somewhere close, glowing too.
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Centuries
We spent centuries on that beach. We were watched by the waves, as we grew old, and grew attached to one another. Her hand, caked in soft, brown sand, slipped into my own, my heart, hopped up to my throat, like an anxious, busy bunny, bound to break free, and make me say the stupidest…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 