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Mar 2017
I was a collage of pain,
    weathered in pool of convulsions.

Doused into my subconscious
     then riveted to my frame of thought.

Contradicted ink was versed on my being,
      watered down to the image you see now.

*"We are all a collection of paper cuttings,
                           woven in a mask of smiles.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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