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Mar 2021
I am in question
while the tarot cards
plummet to
the floor
these inquiries
are hidden within
I am not a queen of
anything
but a jester in silly clothing
beckoning you
with empty
blood-ridden hands
I made a promise
to the one God
and broke it shamefully
I fell hard
paying for it
broken body
deliberately
heart stung
with little glee
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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   Terence Chinnery
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