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May 2018
You be the death of me
shapeshifting and black winged
I gave you sustenance
and you spoke to me
with gratitude
in the cackle of a crow
you never mocked me
bring me a song
I know you'd
be the guardian
of my soul
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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