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Stillness
Send me stillness. Quiet piano and the sound of the wind. Don’t play too loud. Don’t play at all. No movement, no more moments of panic, just seconds of stillness. Stability. Echoes of my nightmares, fading with every second, until all I can hear is the air, asking how I’m doing, soft rain in the…
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Empty Chairs
Empty chairs, kept in the cupboard under the stairs, far away from me, and my solitary celebration. Don’t cry for me, because this ship can’t stand any more tears, dearly departed plans, that never had a chance of staying above icy depths. You know I’m going to drink too much, neat and neurotic, fading from…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 