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La Vie En Rose
Painting a picture of us, with excited and exhausted eyelashes, pure and passionate, on the pavements of Paris. Walking with wide eyes, rues of roses, rare moments, where we can be alone, wrapped in each other’s arms, wrapped up in a dream. Regret leaks onto the landscape, for the future is so far, and I…
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The Beginning Of The End
I haven’t slept. I spent the night, at the mercy of memories, how my miserable mind contorts them. I am comforted, by the old, “No news is good news”. Carrying my anxiety, to my altar, empowered but exhausted, I kneel before the rising sun, as if you are at its core, my tears are on…
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Jennifer, The Good (and Sometimes Bad) Witch.
Honey jar of hope, soaking up the sun, making plans with the moon, on my windowsill. I sneak into the realm, where you sleep, something sweet falls from my lips, to the tip of your thoughts, and I leave you, as I found you, (for the most part), because sometimes, a man needs to think…
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You Were Here
You were here, when the dawn made itself known, pressed up against my window, weak curtains, unable to resist, reaching through the glass, to will me towards the waking world. You were here, in the loosest sense, before I was lucid, I idealise you, when I’m awake, so I dream of you, always, when my…
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Sant Jordi, With You
It has been so many days, three hundred and sixty six, to be exact, since I sent my dreams down the river, on a boat, I planned to sink, seeing love, as a damaging dream, that would kill me, if I didn’t kill it myself. I spent a summer writing to myself, sitting on the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 