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she will bleed on the inside each inch of her child’s flesh un-sanctified by brackish waters no baptismblue lips silenced by the tide her tangle of clothes tossed across juvenile bones where pain rests submerged on driftwood and buried on shingle
Sally A Mortemore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Brutal but beautiful
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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