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Mar 2018
I forgot who I was
for awhile
numbed my body
with bitter pills
vented this madness
thru my hair
the color of furtive soil
Is it futile
to reminisce
on this
the long and forgotten
distress of my obligations
Or
I am the soul
that moves me
to goose step
with you because
it's nicer and
more polite that way

I wish I was louder
so that you could
feel me coming
from miles away

I felt her coming
but I forgot what she
was coming for...
Dreams be messin with yo head
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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