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Feb 2017
Cling filmed breath, bubbling beneath asphyxiating
melodies of panic.

Bankrupt ideas are evicted upon exhalations that
circulate like vacant intentions.

My ears serenade inwards as the betraying moments
of a hearts symphony stagnatingΒ Β into a destitute muteness.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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