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Feathers bark into my surfaceskin, snag into the marrow.But, from which direction? Am I the bird or its captive?
Rowen Veratome
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Beautiful poem, eerie and evocative.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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