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Late Night Shopping
I went shopping for silk, imagining myself as a mistress, who goes hiking in the valleys of Los Angeles, while waiting for her forbidden fruit to find some time, to do dastardly deeds on the sheets his wife dutifully washes. There is no wife, this time, I’m going straight, in a sense, though I remain…
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Ribbons and Fairy Lights
I am bewildered in your bed sheets, wrapped in ribbons, my rushing thoughts, hurry out as hurtling breaths, and I can’t think of anything, but the softness of your voice. Your touch softens, I am alight, then you are deliciously rough with me, and I am anxious energy, wanting you to want me, watching you…
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Tube
There are trains, always heading down the same vein, outside of your window. Under electric blankets, I observe a world that I never really felt part of, as it parades past your window, trying to impress me, but I can only ever look, I can never explore. Exploring is danger, and I’m so delicate these…
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Cider
Golden dreams inside my glass, your eyes are on me. Let’s dream, together.
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Fly Away
Everyone I meet, tells me that they feel they’ve known me all their lives, soulmates in seconds, but never sticking around. I am the home of broken souls, building up the broken wings that flutter in my direction, then watching them fly away.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 