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Jan 2014
it seems I've lost my body
in the Red Sea of your bed sheets
i guess it's my fault
for relying on Sailor Jerry

& you love to speak with things that burn
my throat was no exception
your hands knew every language
but were not fluent in rejection
Janay Moore
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Janay Moore  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Jazmine Moore and Natasha
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