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May 2019
Heaven was never drowning
                in the pools of your eyes.

It was walking on the steps of
          every finger with mine.


Knowing that what ever step
                                         I took,

           we did it hand in hand.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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     Beauty Without Eyes, Muzaffer and Poetic T
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