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Postcards From The Calais Jungle
A choice between dictatorship or destitution, was never really a choice, just a cycle, that catches hold of you, unfolds until it covers the ground, swelling into the sky, swarming your soul. You know there’s nothing left behind you, no real peace on the path you follow, but you walk anyway. Death, your constant companion,…
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Naughty Tory
He said he was a bad husband, but not a bad man, not a criminal. He says the case has been dropped. He is a disgusting, slobbery mess. He says it’s a misunderstanding. He is chanting like a school yard maniac. He says he’s a good man. He had his face on her face. He…
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The United Kingdom Of Great Struggle and Northern Suffering
I live in a rich nation. Four glittering goldmines, held together by the honey, of busy, obedient bees, who are fed by applause, and emoji filled tweets, that work to the soundtrack, of a suited somebody, in a chaotic chamber, who reminds them that they are rich. I live in a prosperous place. Proud. Great.…
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Blinded By The Light
I used to dream about the sea, waiting for the waves to wash my days away, but I’m too tired to dream, I close my eyes, and there is nothing. They say I’m bleak, as if the world hasn’t grown slower, and lost its colour, as I grew taller. Maybe I’ve been bleak, for so…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 