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Mar 2020
Walking on your every breath,
          can I taste you upon I...

On the promenade of your
                                            words.
          It's a long walk,
but I take every step slowly.

As I'm the only one here  
                               listening to
                     what you say to I.

                      I've spoken to you,
but its like my breath is a ghost
of falseness,
and you either
               don't want to see or ignore I.

How can it be that I wonder
        upon you,
yet I'm not worth the stride to see
           what my words mean to I.
Poetic T
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