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Revenge Is A Dish I Am Not Hungry For
I am wearing nice earrings and my shoulders are shrouded in lace.This is not about revenge.I keep my anger inside my handbag.She howls. Hurt by the way I ignore her, when she got all dressed up too,and I am so cruel,keeping her captive in the cold confines of a cool head.I have to get through…
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Saturday’s Child Is Exhausted
I am a child of abundance. My stanzas and the tension in my shoulders,plus the idea of a party,ill advised but always on my mind.I have a slight sense of self,and a slight scent of sweet danger,but the thing I will always treasure are my secrets. I keep my cards close to my heaving chest,hopeful…
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Bed At Six
It’s almost bedtime,because I am so tired.I’ve been torn apart.
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Viewing
For so long,when night fell,I’d leave my blankets disturbed,inviting my monsters to play,but it’s not anybody’s business.I’m not harmful,hurtful,even interesting,and yet,it becomes a public affair,published and preached about,when all I wanted was to wait and watch the sun rise.I am darling in my defensiveness.I am lonely but loved by the angel on my shoulder.She wears…
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Late Winter
It was spring,but winter’s woes still lingered,ghosts of Christmas past were running late,recoiling when I politely informed them that my lesson had been learned,and so,once again, in the freezing flurries of a greedy winter,I was alone. I’ve nothing to wonder about,but I wander with a busy mind.Clean hands, but a collapsing conscience.This is not my…