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Midsummering
Hey, sweet boy, you think you’re the devil, I don’t dare tell you the truth, because I like to let you dream, and just like me, you need to see yourself, through a certain frame, waiting for yourself to be the worst, so you can strive and thrive, for something else. So, I let you,…
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Lifestyles Of The Loved And Blameless
I’m mad about your mania, making plans that always revolve around your ruling passion, your crazed addiction, for the way I simply exist. I am forever hanging out in your hang ups, the prettiest of your preoccupations, possessing your every thought, your darling demon, corrupting your conscious, until it breathes, lives, pleads for me. I…
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New Podcast Episode Available
Hola amigos, There is a new podcast episode available, featuring some new poems, as well as discussions about being a stuck up kitten, being an accidental almost vegan, being the daughter of a childish man, and being tired of Extinction Rebellion. You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you…
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Fine Wine and Smirnoff Ice
Someone asked me why I won’t date men my age. They asked me and I was cast back through time, on trains and buses, listening to men my age, when they think they can’t be heard, boasting about body counts, swapping stories like Pokemon cards, about women who trusted them to keep it to themselves.…
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Smothered
You talk to me, like I’ve been lobotomised, like the way that I’ve been traumatised, means I love to be patronised. Maybe I don’t mind, maybe I like watching you do everything you think I want you to do, as if you know the rules. I watch you, without a single cue, you cut up my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 