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Dec 2015
You move within me
this fluttering heat inside.
Drool to slow sips,
my tongue forms into your lips.

You expel at a distance,
The demons we come carrying.
As you taste me unseen
from your pillow.

I stretch and bend hoping
You’ve caught my kiss.
You cut the pain and
I take you in like medicine.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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   Sindi Kafazi and Samuel Hesed
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