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Apr 2017
The formation of my mind is
              slowly being chloroformed
      within a blanket of fumes
I struggle to expel my meanings

There slowly going numb
           like a reflection diming.
I write a  sentence in the sand
           but its just gets washed away...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     Poetic T, ryn, Pamela Rae and kim
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