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Mar 2018
She lives in an
abundance of time
lucky for her
her heart
broken to bits and pieces
like the good ole china
your mother warned
you to be mindful about
She weeps looking
here and there
for the remedy to
stop the stabbing
pain of betrayal
but finally she comes
to realize
the cut that wounded
her so deep
will only mend
by the lonely
delicate hand
of time...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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     ---, chimaera, Joy Onyango, Graff1980, Yann and 2 others
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