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For this unforgivable sin, I would pay the piper in the expiatory annals of eternal memory. Where the blush of dawn meets the bruising of the dusk, where the sweet-voiced nightingale stilled the wings of my breath. Only because with a mere smile, I dared to turn water into wine — I taught my enemy what it is to love.
Rigópoula T Tsambounieris
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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