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May 2018
Who was dubious
had kind eyes
and spoke sweetly
She sought after
big arrogant souls
Was a mystery
like water and
vast like the big sky in Montana
loved her curves and
Once caused a man to
trace her with his tongue
hugging her hills
and valleys
Playing
to keep
kneeling
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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