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…rites to no one. My words small fires to warm my own soul. Words bursting into flame, a brief flare driving away my personal collection of shadows and chuckling demons who taunt me from hidden cracks in my mind, only silenced by the sound of pen scratching paper. Then I find the edge of the light, the edge of what I have been seeking since I first fell in love…
Thomas Plummer
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Wondrous way to describe the experience!
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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