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A Day In Which She Wasn’t Late (For Once)
We hold on to the strangest things, in the ten minutes of turmoil, from bridges to crosses. I hold on to the other day, to distract me from the crowded silence. I hold on to the other day, when I counted the seconds, until I could count the characters in your reply. Now I am…
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Night Walks
The world flickers, fading away, as you tell me, that you think I could be meant for you. I start to wonder, my hair at the mercy of the wind, my heart at the mercy of your own, in a new world, that builds up, as you build up the courage to kiss me… …
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Mwah
Layering lip gloss, daring him to do his worst, playful, I pretend that I am blind, to the desires that bind him to me, as if I cannot hear, what his hands scream. I ask him, with one glance of my eyes, to the lust in his lap, what his plans are for tonight, and…
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Pretty
She told me I was pretty. I wasn’t sure if I should accept, or apologise again, for a mistake I didn’t know I’d made, until she made it clear, creeping into the tiny temple I’d built, inside of my head, where I learned to believe. She didn’t mean to invade, it’s just one of those…
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Casablanca
In the darkened hours, lost in fever dreams, orchestrating affectionate insanity, volcanic vulnerability, expecting the worst, yet I still jump, over the edge, unleashing the words I swallow, because I’m afraid you won’t like how they taste. Under the bright lights you bring to my life, tempted to stay, in the fantasy we create. Am…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 