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Sep 2016
When the smoke clears my ink will
still be lingering here, I do not conform
to others effects.

I like what is pleasing on the eyes,
not to sniff the ink that isn't even dry.
to press on unsanitary words.

words are whispered not shouted in
belligerent abuse, weak ink is meant
to fade no matter the ******* up done.
Lol my slight push at those that only comment for the sake of being read, I`m busy if I like your ink its cos its good not cos I want like back don't like my ink no harm no foul :)
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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