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May 2017
I shaped him

created him out

of my own image

until he became this

most precious flesh

I didn't know of fate

and how it would claim

him over and over again

then I got it,

in the most

certain of terms

and it feels like a sentence

I cannot escape from

but more like a wound

I am a sorry wound

that desperately needs mending...
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  55/F/grey hair I don't care...
(55/F/grey hair I don't care...)   
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