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12/02/2012 / jenniferrobsonartist

Talisman

Talisman

Your name becomes a Talisman,
A worshipped piece of bone.

A locked surviving strand of hair,
My future, past, my home.

I say it when I’m lonely,
If I’m waiting or I’m sore.
I say it all the time My Love,
My reverence to it’s lore.

My Man,
My Love,
My Sweetie Tin,
My Cotton Lover’s Store.

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