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Sep 2018
Imprisoned in
     satin seductions,
     like a jail cell of purity stained.


You were meant
          to be my saviour.

          But you sold me on like cattle..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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