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Mar 2022
I carry her with me
a silver sun
Her shade cool
like praise
for pretty girls

Mad and
hair full of venom
she leaves their
mouths agape
flesh to stone  

she is awe-ful
the curse of hideous
she fears nothing
but the forgotten
empty of the black void...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  55/F/grey hair don't care...
(55/F/grey hair don't care...)   
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