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Dirt Is Good
You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…
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Both Of Us Are Hurt
Both of us are hurt, that’s just what people do, love. Love is a sickness. Both of us are hurt, same fingerprints, mirrored wounds. Wounded by wanting. Both of us are hurt, but tonight, we will be healed. Healed in vain. In love.
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Convincing
I wear bruises for you, so many bracelets, black and blue, up and down my arms, picturing you, powerful, stray hairs on the pillows, black roadmaps, that we race down, adding more locations every evening. You don’t mean to spoil me so much. New jewellery, every time you touch me. I discuss our damage, with…
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Naps
I read our lives to you, as I rest, surrounded by the rest of our days, daring to dive into my dreams, deep and delightful. I am live on air, living for you, love in it’s purest, prettiest form, painting masterpieces, with messy, well meaning hands.
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Need
Missed, muted moments, crossfires, connections. I collect the shards of my heart, arranging them in your image, cracking the code of codependency. I need you, and you need me, but we are shattered, seeing each other, for a moment, that is gone in an instant, hopeful glances, as we pass in the night. This passion…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 