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Feb 2016
Continued like a wick on a flame
Their voice burnt upon my mind.

"Listen to what is etched upon
A thought scribbled on a mind,


Let us linger on this episode like
45 minutes ofΒ Β thought played in motion.

"Whispers echoed etched on many
Minds that listen,


But mine is like a whisper in the wind,
Never heard but all do listen.

"Sweet wanting's ring out the tune of truth,
Deny my message ringing true,


I whispered but they shouted back, but in the
End am I the voice or are they the ones talking back...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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