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…the impaler, driving my old Impala,you’ve drained my blood.I have nothing — not even my own face.Even my freckles cascade across your nosewhich still spites me even as my heart sinks.
Evelyn Jean Pine
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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So evocative and gorgeously powerful
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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