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Sick Of It All
I get so sick of it, you know. All the flowery ways in which I could say “I fucked up, and I don’t know if there will ever be time to fix it.” and there are kind smiles from all the obliged ones, who can’t escape my incessant mess, because we are bound by blood…
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I Love You, But I Have To Go
It’s all falling down.London Bridge,and all the things you dreamed of,as you stared across the river at it.I love you, but I have to go,because there’s nothing else I can do,except mourn you in solitude when I eventually arrive on safer shores, of course,but for now,all I can do is pull away my fingertips from…
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The Vanity Of The Violet Divinity
I am lost in my reflection, painting away my pain, ebony across my eyelids and pink paint on my soft lips. This is just the vanity of the violet divinity, with my eyelashes thunderous and thick, throat full of codeine that tampers with my whisky dreams. Dreams where I am not defined by what I…
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Purple Princess
My blood is violet,my aura, lilac,amethyst around my wrist,soft kisses and passive violence.Sweet as jam,the right kind of timeless,heather in my hair,as I hold onto healing.I was once reeling,reaching outside the raindrops,feeling nothing,until I took a break from myself,deciding I could smile,if I wanted to,and that I could share sensual summers with Saints and spirits.I…
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Running Across Broken Bridges
There she stands, clear path, created from necessity and staring up at me, her body, bright under the kind light of the moon. It is time to be true to myself, but I take one step, full of dread and then I hesitate, staring at the quiet confidence of the bridge before me, who stares…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 