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Jan 2018
I wrote every syllable in flawless meanings,
             my fingers playing my emotions.
A fine tuned tapestry of silence,
telling you every thing you needed to hear..
            Then you caressed my face.
Hand gestures solidifying the meaning of our every word.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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