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Boys Who Like Playing With Cats

There are four years between us,

but you remark that some days,

(which feel like months),

it feels like four hundred,

as you lay,

four inches from me,

in a single bed,

containing two singles,

stupidly supposing that nothing suspicious will occur.

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I am listening to subliminals,

through earphones,

turned down low,

so I can hear all the effort you go to,

to pretend you’re asleep,

as you explore me,

and I feel like a fraud,

because I spent all day telling the walls,

carpets,

windows and washing machine,

that it isn’t weird for you to be here,

because you’re like a brother to me.

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Some say,

that much like riding a bike,

you never forget how to…

Well,

as you may know,

I never learned to safely ride a bike,

but according to an anecdote you shared,

with the one who was merely a world apart,

many worlds ago,

that you then shared with me,

after sharing my bed,

and sharing a cigarette,

I am surprisingly proficient,

for someone with no balance,

no dexterity,

and no hand, eye coordination.


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Some Next Man’s Other Woman

They asked you one more time,
to be stronger than the demons that stole you,
because nobody is going to save you,
sweetheart,
beyond begging you to be here one more time,
even if they won’t give you a reason to stay.

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They stole your heart,
dragging it from your chest,
and up your throat,
though it begged to be with you,
because there was no greater love,
but,
there was money to be made,
from your separation and desperation.

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They started writing your last goodbye,
on the back of the betrayals they walked you into,
rehearsing your funeral before you even died,
couldn’t love you when they had a chance,
making you the media’s greatest masterpiece,
blinded by your tears in Belgrade,
begging for your beautiful broken heart to be laid to rest beside you.

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They kept your heart,
in a glass box,
surrounded by gold records.


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New Podcast Episode Available

Hola amigos,

There is now a brand new episode of Sincerely, Jennifer x available to stream and download from your favourite podcast platform.

You can find my podcast here, on all major platforms.

Besos,

J x


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