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…obial cloud over the city — three-months thick and the weather reports only gloomy future forecasts. Even the moon is coughing — struggling to shine through the oppressive atmospheric pressure. Streets, scattered with tense and hushed figures with nowhere to go — before the curfew swallows us…
Melissa Coffey
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Brilliant poetry!
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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