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Feb 2017
They whisper incoherent visualizations upon yourself;
clinging upon you like spider webs, viscous  and transparent.

A wanting of cleanliness urges you to look away from
the apparent vocalization that is perceived with their
                         glaring pockets of empty sight...

*"A look speaks a volume of intentions,
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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