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A few more cautious walks down an unknown path. He knew these paths like the back of his hands, but why is everything so different at night? Why do things seem so scary? The trees, seem to come closer, whispering in your ears, whispering amo…
Somsubhra Banerjee
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Dark night of the soul.
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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