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Mar 2017
Vocals bungee jump from my inhalationΒ Β to
the repercussions of my exhalation.

What was perceived on the decent never the image
that was observed on the culmination
                                            of its falling from my lips.

What we say isn't always what we vocalize,
expelling our thoughts
                       changing with every exhale of emotion.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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