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Aug 2015
Muteless voices speak quietly to me,
I hear their unspoken words,
Whispers on lips never moving

Sightless eyes look into my abyss
They see everything hidden deep,
Perception of empty sockets stare.

Unheard echoes radiate a head perched
It sensing the fragile sounds on breath,
Listen to silence screaming out.

Touched with no feeling of what was
Meant, frigid fingers grip harshly,
Contact never felt, so void with a scratch.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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