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No Man Is An Island, But I Am No Man
She asked me why I insisted on existing as an island,why I felt so frosty when she held me,why I had to be born as the daughter of the lonely sea.I could see her frustration,see her point and her many objections to all the boundaries and barriers I had blessed between us. No man is…
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Sunflowers and Cigarettes
Sunflowers sleep atop black curls, surrounding my sweet face, floral crown, shining in the sunlight that never seems to want to leave. The charms of my bracelet jingle jangle on the boat’s cleat, as I ache for the ocean, just beyond my reach. I hear God in the ocean’s howl, and he is kinder to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 