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May 2016
You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous
in between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking
to hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from
To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle
We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silence
learning how to
be God.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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