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Sep 2015
The Bone saw pulped on its intended,
Sedations mulled over a mirrors
Reflection, our laughter ensued.

I cracked your mind and played with your
Introspection, rouge fingers played inside.I took
Your mind and pickled it in a jar,

Thoughts now taste like vinegar,
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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