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Jennifer, The Good (and Sometimes Bad) Witch.
Honey jar of hope, soaking up the sun, making plans with the moon, on my windowsill. I sneak into the realm, where you sleep, something sweet falls from my lips, to the tip of your thoughts, and I leave you, as I found you, (for the most part), because sometimes, a man needs to think…
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I Am a Goddess
I am a goddess. I wonder what it will feel like to live. I hear the sound of the clouds, impossible, inspirational. I see a new day. I want what I deserve. I am a goddess. I pretend I am a human. I feel accomplished in my performance. I touch the darkest part…
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Marcus Rashford Is Right
We cry for statues, but not kids in poverty. Our tears are wasted. Our tears should drown us. The world is starved of kindness. A shameful cyclone. A shameful cycle. The poor will always perish, but statues live well. I recall hunger, optimistic and tired, so do so many. We worship the stone, our government’s…
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The Fire Reigns
The fire reigns, above the rivers I’ve been lost in. Scarlet heart, demanding, dancing to silence, waist, wasted in the depths of our tenderness, drunk and drowned. I offer my body to the flames, to the rivers, two entities, is what I have become. His and hers. Mine and yours.
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You Were Here
You were here, when the dawn made itself known, pressed up against my window, weak curtains, unable to resist, reaching through the glass, to will me towards the waking world. You were here, in the loosest sense, before I was lucid, I idealise you, when I’m awake, so I dream of you, always, when my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 