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Jul 2017
Loose weavings suffocated
      her breath...
  
That inanimate object of fear.

Glanced her last breath
                      statically smiling....
I hate porcelain dolls , give me the creeps
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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