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… I turned my back.I can’t help but feel regret asmy mind ramble on the nights I feel your pain,accumulating under the stars of missing me, but I miss you too and I know deep down, we willnever go back to how sweet things used to be while the boulder wedgedbetween us is slathered in oil. I am the water, grieved in tears thatrefuse to exit the ducts, but maybein time it will as the s…
Willow Reed
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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This is so beautifully poignant.
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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