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Dec 2015
I am taking sweet sips of you
Stalking your infinite breath
Always leading me back to those eyes
watertight and obvious
You were the one who saw thru it

My superman but
I am the heroine
You’ve bled from the
marrow into the split lip

I am nothing without these fists
You drove into me
as if you were stone and
I sunk into you like rain
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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