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Sep 2016
He   will never know me
Just  his arrogance
His   conceited brow
His   norm fitting hubris
He    lacks the color
of     blood
The  fathoms of gold
The   luster of soul
If     there are no feels
So     do you too
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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