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Jan 2016
There is something
urgent on my breath

Nothing really new here
but an ancient dirge
we're dancing to

When you see it
This urgency
you'll know
It's in the eyes

and maybe on the peeks
of your skin

the brink has got us
and
Into the unknown
matter where all good
endangered species go
Doomed poems tonite, I guess.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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