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Sep 2017
I could never read
                             tealeaf's,
because I thought it tasted
like nicotine flooded ashtrays..

translating censorship was like
                                         morse-code,
for every breath serenaded my
                                    lack of interest..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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