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Swans
I saw swans, sailing down silver waves, as the sun said goodbye, and the last time we kissed was on my mind, because sunsets make me close my eyes and think of you, icy wind on my eyelids, while I ache for your hands, holding my waist.
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River Thames At Sunset
I want to watch the Thames at sunset with you, holding hands with you, I want to make plans with you. I want to see the sun, sliding into the water, shy of the sensation, at first, but finding itself diving, deep underneath the waves, falling asleep where the bodies are buried. I want to…
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Love Me In July
You say that you love me as I leave. The rain is raging, but I can’t feel a thing, because my skin is glass, shattering as you grab my hand, clinging to centuries gone by, when we were in love, and I wasn’t in pieces, on the floor of my pastel dreams. I dry off…
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Blood On My Hands
Who am I to you? Help me understand. There is blood on my hands, hard and baked in, as if I spent my morning committing murders. The blood belongs to me. It tastes of tepid regret, but gets sweeter every time you kiss me, rose quartz ringing in my ears, rose petals in my hair,…
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Your First Message
There is a nervous energy in the air, a long, lonely corridor, unfriendly doors, question marks in blood, drip down the wood, flooding at my feet. I wade in wine. I stopped drinking for the summer, because I felt dehydrated. I had cried the sweetest months away, and there was nothing left, but still, I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 