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…felt right. That nightmare stopped when I woke— but why couldn’t I see? My dream of love with you — curdled over time — into a nightmare of control. Into careless absences. Into casual threats of violence. Dangers of a different dream.
Melissa Coffey
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Exactly! Beautifully put.
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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