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Aug 2019
After all these years,

I still remember

his strange passion

He could conjure

up the ghost

with those soul

infused eyes

We made mad

love with our words

talking about the big

bad world of our youth

Now that we are older

we sit on the couch in the

silence of each other

enjoying an old snog to

past the time away

Two old bags still

doing what makes us

most happy.
Snogging ie kissing or making out as you would call it.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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