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I bend forward to fill the porcelain again before galaxies and nebulae illuminate the pathways to the forest where words beam like fireflies, pushing through the low brambles and brushing with barks battered by elements, my inflamed passion …
Era Garg
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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