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May 2016
My anticipation of noxious morals
as I'm descending  into a cauldron of  
lingering depravity,  haunting my
inner most realms. It continues to
goad me into what is sinister in being.  
noticing a woeful reflection clinging within
as it consumes me internally. It has vindictive
needing to do ominous actions, I'm a
t**oy of its malignant needing's it pulls the strings.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     Poetic T and Keith Wilson
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