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Last Wish
I’m down to my last wish,waiting for my ship to come in,walking back and forth by the loch with the thought of you locked inside of my lips,your name pressing against my pout,and my mind, slipping, spilling out as I send another text that I shouldn’t. You look over your shoulder,cool, warrior queen,surrounding my sanity…
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The Soil
All of the envy I have belongs to my roses.Hiding under the sanctuary of soil until winter has waned,still so beautiful when spring becomes summer,but I am running all year,finding shelter in nothing,reminders of you in all things,that little threat of tears at the base of my throat when I remember that I never had…
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It Doesn’t Mean Anything
The temperature is tepid,flags flick and flex in the winter wind from every window,lit up by advent candles,because the football is apparently coming home for Christmas,after ignoring its obligations for several years (unless a woman asked),and every night,the pub is buzzing,because people finally have something to look forward to on this mad little island. You…
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In Which She Gets The Christmas Tree Out Of The Cupboard
The Christmas cheer creeps out of the cupboard it has called home for the last year,and I am anxiously arranging the resilient plastic prettiness into some kind of chaotic order.Surrounded by gold and silver.Dior on a dollar.I am desperate to dazzle this December,because I am the hostess with the most angst and insecurity,so please be…
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Your Promise
I’m your favourite girl,glittering in the morning sunshine,spellbinding in silk.Cosmic kiss on candy coated lips,your promise is reborn in shining diamonds.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 