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The Lonely Narcissist’s Lament
Every now and again,I get lost in the lustful looks you leave all across my body,and I find myself aflame,wondering if it would feel the same for your hands to replace your hungry eyes. That is normally the point where I start to cry. I’ve never been to war,but my past has fucked me up,and…
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Thunderstorms, Tempting Gallows
She’s hiding somewhere in lost memories,lips lost behind her hands so she won’t make a sound,thunderstorms,tempting gallows,while the earth keeps turning round. Not tonight.Not for a minute.You’ve got plans. I wish I could call her tomorrow,say that it all turned out just fine,but she knows every inch of my voice,she knows when I lie,even if…
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Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage
The poetry I write says nothing to me about my life,because my life is preciously provincial,still doing the same routines, no matter how I age,writing the same stanzas again and again,chilling but charming,page after page,because it doesn’t matter what I say,my velvet voice makes it much more pleasant. She told me that I was her…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 