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Mar 2015
I must write,
No I must bleed
"Maybe fingers"
Upon the page,
No,
No,
No,
This not do,
I must show
"Must understand"
What other voices
Say,
Speak,
Show,
All that which breathes
Within never in need
Of breath, but lives within me
I must, we must show all
That I, we, all that breath
Without life but speak,
The steps upstairs are
Broken, I no longer climb to the
Top we, us, trapped on different
Floors of the mind. I breath and
Speak, they talk in the silent places
"The thoughts of a shattered mind"
Never heard so clearly as now they do,
In this airless place, **whispers speak.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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