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Feb 2018
Perhaps God
is the scent of
the Earth
fertile and drunk
with the sustenance
of rain or maybe
God is gravity
pulling us toward
the orbit of its grace
or God
Could be seeing
your love for the very
first time
the familiar longing
between old friends
No.
God is the taste
of pure ambrosia
when it drips from
your ever-plump lips...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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