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Apr 2015
Sniffing powdered white off my nannas vintage mirror
My inheritance,
My dignity gone
Nannas old, she's dying
Told me stories about the fairies in her head
Dancing her to sleep each night
Would dance upon my head ....
Tamika Dakota
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Tamika Dakota  Australia
(Australia)   
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