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Dec 2018
You are the cup
that runneth over
spilling into the
fear of the collective
of your ***** bigness
But silently we seek
the warmth of you
your body the
billow of clouds
a resting place
expanding until
we finally see
the true you
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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