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An Ageing Tree Decides That She Doesn’t Care If She Is Ageing.
They told me that my leaves had fallen to the ground,and that all my fruit had gone with them too,rotting and writhing in the dirt,drowning in insecure tears from a tree who was mired by missiles since she was just a sapling. I stopped crying when I realised that my leaves would return,that my fruit…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 