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Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Be Confused As Fuck)
Today, you are Bing, and I am Abi. You break your hand, as you rage at reality, screaming at your screen, as you see what has become of me. You insist, that my current existence is an affront to your sensibilities, because… well… because… You found me, so fresh and free, untouched by undesirable ambition,…
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Come Live With Me, And Be My Distraction
I don’t want you back, but I want you around, waiting to want you, in an uncontrollable way. I tell you, you’re the man, scratching secrets into my desk, saying yes, time and time again, to being your girl. I am a guilty girl, chasing you, though you’re not worth my attention, just doing it,…
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Sleeping With The Fishes
It had been Christmas since late November, you’ll remember, that I was nervous but knowledgeable, talking about the bodies on the bottom of the blue and brown, as we watched the winter lights reflect on the rain’s mother. I had swiped and swiped, until it felt just right, and by that, I mean, my hand…
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Art Ho
I’m playing where we met, my voice shaking, the way my heart does, when you approach, encroaching and invading, on the safety of my single life, where my mind was mine. I’m reading thinly veiled things, trying to keep it casual, so I can carry on creating an image, where I am intricately independent, insulated…
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May Queen
I am The May queen, in your eyes, gifted by the gods, early, eagerly unwrapped, by your earnest hands, with poppies in my hair, and your love in my heart, but truthfully, I am twenty seven beads of amethyst, held in place with snowy silver, that you wear on your wrist, February born and full…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 