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Speechless
You read me like the books I write. Before I can invent excuses for the way I stare, the way I sigh, you’ve lit up the eyes, that make me weak. Your hands are across every word I’ve ever said, and I am speechless. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls”…
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The One Who Has Been Mine
I am nervous to know you, though you’ve been mine, longer than any love had the pleasure, or misfortune. I didn’t intend to build a house on your head, filled with my hardest days, where the thought of you, and our imaginary conversations, hang happy, seen by you, for the very first time. This is…
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My 21st Birthday
You set off the fire alarm, pulling me from my novel, to the grass outside. From a boy into a bird, you surfed towards me, and I was wrapped up in you, and bows, your giddy gift, though it was my turn to receive. Your bullish greed, wouldn’t let my eyes, or my heart…
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Vices
My only vices are my smokes, my man, and his cruel commitments. Hell in November, it starts, I am forsaken, shaken, while he plays the good man, and I, the silent, sobbing partner. I weep, on her sheets, when he is hers, as a birthday gift, for her and her vows, broken, their shards sitting…
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Autocorrect
I love that, you ignore you’re autocorrect, because you assume, your correct, and the bastard thing, is just ducking messing with you. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here Order “Home Wrecker” here Listen to”Past Preston” here RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 