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Nov 2016
A thought was but a word that once it started to
reverberate from tongue to mind became a syllable.
Etching but a mention on breath but not yet ready to
be exhaled.

Then a web of formation gathered and dew drops of
meaning accumulated before sliding from throat to
tongue. Words were expressed and I said,
                                        *"I LOVE YOU,
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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