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Oct 2019
Death waits.
But, first develops
a rapport
with you.
letting you
believe in
immortal fancies.
entertaining the idea of
living again. in the flesh.
Alas,
Death can stand no more
of your duplicity. of
your undying hypocrisy.
Then, lights out.
No life, for 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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   Mark Wanless and Fawn
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