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Nov 2016
My words are like a lemming of
forceful regrets, as my phrases
Seem hell bent on the destruction
of themselves/

Not walking but running with
syllables closed, each word wrapped
around another, then they just walk
on air into the void of nothingness.

I am alone and my words are not
heard for they are lemmings, reaching
the tip of my tongue and then just
fall in silence, **I'm frightened.....
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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