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Aug 2017
She was the rope around my throat,
never tight but enough to tell me that
that I was the folly of her emotions.

Our love was tided within our restrictions.
But she was always silent between the throws
of our collections, strangling upon another.

I never regretted the actions of the other,
always keeping me in my place,
I know who is the voice of our collusion...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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   Kelly Rose
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