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…crashing down your fractured face.a small boy. hunched within his owndoorway. broken. displaced.i could not say. even though your eyespleaded. the green-willow graduallydecaying at your feet. for she willnever. now. nor ever. come back home…
Sally A Mortemore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oh, so very heartbreaking....
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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