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Mi Alma
You and I, by the church, holding hands, listening to Cindy Scott, in sweet silence, that didn’t frighten or bore me. That’s when I knew, as the night wrapped her arms around us, the sun fast asleep, behind the tall trees of the square, your hand, still holding mine, trembled and teased me, and my…
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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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Love Is An Exorcism
Last night, unclaimed flames, floated across the islands, and followed us to the shore, to watch, from the heavens, as you left mountain avens, on my lips. I slept, silent and still, by the mermaid’s grave. I dreamt you were waist deep, in the water, the jealous moon, showing off, shining on your bare chest,…
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Beautiful Baby
You’ve been beautiful, baby, and I swear it’s been real, but you were too much for me, you were too good to me. So these words are all that’s left, as I vanish into another night. Enter The Poetry Competition here Order “Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill” here Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last…
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Summer Sun
When the sun goes down, I still shade my view, with blue hearts, so you can’t see, my aching eyes, that want more than the summer, from you. The rest of me, is just as crazy about you, I bury myself under soft sand, waiting for waves to tell me what went wrong. I already…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 