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Apr 2018
The cord of reality severed,
                 screams of desperation.

Sobbing that every breath isn't
              within a mothers existence.

Now breathing the cruel air
         of actuality. Comforted but alone.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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