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… residence in my head. I hear them at night, shifting restlessly, just as I’m about to fall asleep. Even when they are silent, they are always implying, suggesting something. Perhaps Poe to was struck by this kind of inhabitation of his imagination, causing him to muse so st…
Melissa Coffey
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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They're my spirit animal, so I agree entirely!
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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