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We were meant to glide, but never for long. Part of me knew as I chased you, headstrong, but in rarer air is where you belong; releasing you here is my love’s swan song,
BJ Dawson
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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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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