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Jul 2020
You have become a dull ache that sits just above the small of my back.  We have grown tall weeds between us. In bed you go fetal whenever I come within arms reach. failing to connect.  I am left alone with the chill of your silence as it mocks me sleepless in the echoes of the night.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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