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May 2016
I was a piece of paper, you wrote upon me,
I couldn't read straight away what you'd
inked upon my soul.

You started to fold me from the edges to
the inside. I was formless before,  now you
sculpted my being into a constructed form.

*"A heart sculptured by you,
We all change a little for that special someone
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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