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Jun 2016
Winter's Fingers
tickles me and
I cuddle up to the
moon with a
man who has magic
on his skin
the chill of winter
sometimes stings but
there is nothing like
warm flesh on warm flesh...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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