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Jul 2019
He saw you there

blowing bubbles

all puckered

and closed eyed

as if you were about to

kiss some small strange

laughing saint

Only if he was

at the conception

of those bubbles to

feel your bated breath

like you were making

a wand out of

magic and broken

childhood dreams
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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