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Winds Of Change
There’s been a storm for days, and I have thought about hiding under my bed, like a little girl. It’s not the thunder that throws me, or the dark, angry state of the sky, just the winds of change.
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Sold Out, But Empty
I am caged by my cautious wishes, waiting for God to call, with several unread texts from the devil, and a voicemail from some girl who found me at an unfortunate intersection. I have nothing on but my notions of who and what I was, but I strip them off, going to war with my…
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Devoted. Faithful.
I am devoted to nobody but my dreams, faithful to a future where my pain is just a journey, and my sadness, an anecdote. Those days must come, because we are already in love.
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Blue Jean Blues
I’d been dreaming of a white Christmas, but then I dreamed of those blue jeans, sculpted to your shape, slipping past the shame that lived beneath my skin, as your hand slipped past the hem of my dress. These are the visions I denied myself, drowning in guilt that was unearned, and rage that didn’t…
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Depths
The chilling call, as night approaches, wrapping you in the watery abyss, ensnared, you long for the treasure of freedom, but all that awaits is a murky grave. Below the blue, where darkness shrouds her deepest secrets, the fire whispers, dwelling on death. There are no heroes in the empty, echoing emptiness, only the lost,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 