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Apr 2017
Even though I can exhale a molten mass of emotions
with my tongue, Palms in there explanation of
my tone will mention more than what words
collapsing from the ash of my mind.

Even though my hands are mute of a calibration
of stanzas, They have a singular undertone.
Even when your following the road of my manuscript
that is written with not a singular word.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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