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  • jandrasean 16w

    I tumble from your body, you not you,
    cursed by resemblance, bone structure, eye colour. l am faded, by old photographs, by grief, by longing.Pinned into a box, dressed in your dreams, your room, the toybox full of memories and the dust of your skin.
    I do not have the will to fight, to find myself inside the shell they painted around my newly born breath, so l am you, not you, not me

    -s.j.duncan-


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  • jandrasean 27w

    My heart,
    is wrapped in a soft shell,
    the burden of my mortality runs deep.
    l feel your echo,
    as it dances inside me,
    the flutter of a tear,
    fading in and out of view.
    I will always take you with me.
    A moment only l will ever remember,
    will ever know.
    We are one,
    yet l am alone in this body.


    -s.j.duncan-
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  • jandrasean 29w

    The water thickens
    around my body
    l fight
    arms stretching,
    grasping for the surface,
    my lungs fill,
    there song silenced,
    l stop.

    - s.j.duncan -

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  • jandrasean 30w

    Ssh, little mouse,
    stop nibbling,
    the left over easter,
    forgotten in the rush.
    To many holidays lay
    in a coma beneath my bed
    desire has outweighed
    truth for to long,
    all l needed was love
    and the time it took to grow
    whole.

    - s.j.duncan -

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  • jandrasean 30w

    I am cold and quiet in this darkness
    listening for the echo of footsteps
    my breath flutters
    a butterfly in a glass jar
    waiting to run out of air
    light curves from the horizon
    painting this day
    in the colours of love
    yet you have not come
    l must exhale
    all the flutters from my chest
    and journey on
    alone

    - s.j.duncan -


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  • jandrasean 30w

    I stayed up, late, later than l had in a long time, listening to memories sing, to the girl l used to be, the girl with wild eyes, and wild hair, she had been hiding in the corner, behind half forgotten teenage dreams, still high and a little tipsy, l wondered what she would think of me, of my tried imagination, and my half lived life.

    - s.j.duncan -


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  • jandrasean 35w

    There is no one here
    just the sound of water
    it has come in from the deep
    shaping itself to join the shore
    the morning rewrites itself with the songs that swim to my ears
    the tweet and chatter of the waking
    world, each wave that laps against
    sand, crashes into rock, that rolls
    into the shallows has a different
    accent, my heartbeat anchors this
    orchestra to my soul, my breath
    no more than captured wind
    waiting for release, tumbles
    back into world. My skin
    tastes the rising sun, drinking
    it in, l am filled with lifes nector
    a tune in its symphony.

    - s.j.duncan -
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  • jandrasean 59w

    Winter is the blanket covering spring

    - s.j.duncan -


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  • jandrasean 59w

    I do little
    but sit quietly
    absorbed
    in the moments of others
    my home grows empty
    Nothing is done

    - s.j.duncan -


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  • jandrasean 60w

    Words echo in my throat
    waiting to be birthed, hungry
    syllables reach toward my
    tongue, my polite smile
    stretched thin over clenched
    teeth, it would do no good
    to set them free, to be honest,
    time would show her the truth,
    a truth that would grow from
    wisdom, from experience,
    from living.

    - s.j.duncan -


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