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Dirt Is Good
You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…
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Both Of Us Are Hurt
Both of us are hurt, that’s just what people do, love. Love is a sickness. Both of us are hurt, same fingerprints, mirrored wounds. Wounded by wanting. Both of us are hurt, but tonight, we will be healed. Healed in vain. In love.
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Convincing
I wear bruises for you, so many bracelets, black and blue, up and down my arms, picturing you, powerful, stray hairs on the pillows, black roadmaps, that we race down, adding more locations every evening. You don’t mean to spoil me so much. New jewellery, every time you touch me. I discuss our damage, with…
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Cowboy Films
A myriad of matriarchs surround the stereo, someone is making sandwiches, that nobody will taste, but will eat, out of habit, and politeness. I pull down my dress, aiming for knees, I will never reach, wondering what you would think of me, if you weren’t obliged, by family ties, to love me. Generations span the…
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Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl – Smashwords Exclusive Presale
Hola amigos, You can now purchase ebook copies of my upcoming poetry collection, Confessions of a Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl, in the Smashwords exclusive presale. Smashwords Presale Besos, J x
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 