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Oct 2016
I am enveloped in the sanctity of my
own destruction and I revel in it coming.

Can you hear the footsteps that seem to
collect behind me? their my own....

Shhhh..... said the voices in my mind as
each pulled the trigger on each other then silence.

I don't tip toe through my life I'm stomping,
and then I stop and realize their those holding my coffin.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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