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War Of The Roses
The roses were on borrowed time,nestled in nectar from the kitchen tap,watching us from the mantle,as I made an excuse to envelop you in my anxious arms again,like a child with a blanket,or a hopeless case with a last chance. You wanted revenge, and I was your solitary soldier.My guns were so peaceful, until they…
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Now, I Buy Her Flowers
There I was,roses in my hair,and in my hands,no plans,just a spark in my eye and a whisper in my throat.Your name tasted like a tropical afternoon,the kind of time when all there is to do is be adored,and it was a whisper,then a soft song,kissed onto the lips of my lover,as I handed her…
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Sant Jordi, for Sapphics
At six AM,I set off as the sun showed her face,smiling, high in the sky,as Saturday said “Hello sweetheart, would you like to fall in love?” My hands hungered for the velvet softness of beautiful buds,blood red, spilling across the valley,and my body is electric as I head towards a destined love affair. My fingers…
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Planting Roses
No bars to break, but here I am, surrounded by searching space, a prisoner, encased in ivy, that I have imagined, grew side by side, with the roses we planted. I never knew my charge, but I was sentenced to be sped, back to the real world, on several delayed trains, with barely…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 