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Jen

Jen

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Personal matters

Despite the rips in between the seams,

I can’t escape my bones,

I can’t fight the dreams,

So I wait but,

I can’t manage to speak,

I feel too small,

The air is too weak,

I slip into the clear,

Of my mind,

This is the last year,

This is the last time.

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Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…

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No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.

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Collecting Calluses

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.

You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,

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I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…

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“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,

She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,

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Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,