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Jen

Jen

Never

A reflection

You never loved me,
Only the taste of my name,
As it lingered on your slithering tongue,
Falling out, dripping,
With poisons of promises,
Never kept,
And expectations that you never met.

#Jenay #Jenboben #Never #Poem

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Anticipation

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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Tiny Poem

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Wrappers

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
Ideals

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

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…
Expire

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,
Twice

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

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
I

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Molding

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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Personal

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
Ideals

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

under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
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Tea

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

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



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