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Apr 2017
O what say ye?
mine divine soul
where have you gone?
O my deity
It is the parched
barren sun
which depletes us
We've laid too long
in its withering heat
Now is the time
to cool and wet our thirst
upon the dark waters
of the abyss
to navigate this boat
be like fishermen
and bring back the dead
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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