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Feb 2020
I tried to hide it

In layers of baggy peasantry

in mishap crinkles of sloppy

Nothing to adorn my face

but its earthy ashen glow



He found me despite this

false exterior

This plump mass of

flesh and matter



He followed the

trail of smolder

leading to my lips



Watched me lick

the air and for an instant

stood immobile

Mouth slightly agape
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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