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Two poems by Raeez Jacobs

Music is our pain, and our pain is our music music is the accidental uncomfortable sound when we bite our tongues when our bones crack like bird-skulls in sixty degree heat spells when telephone lines screech as they crease the

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Poems by Raeez Jacobs

An education   You taught me how to play the piano how to use my fingers you taught me how to eat with my hands how to use them to aid arithmetic to spin spider webs from the edges of

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Now is the hour

by Raeez Jacobs   A siren sound And all around People are scrambling; They are together, bound. They are gambling Gambling with their lives And hoping for a quieter sound Oh my friends, Now is the hour To blow your

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