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The east, the past, the last of you.
I sat behind your velvet rope.
That short goodbye long overdue,
I washed up with forbidden soap.

There and Back Again
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Thomas James

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Jenine Bsharah Baines
Jenine Bsharah Baines

Written by 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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