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Apr 2020
Tethered upon my shoulders,
          loose threads keeping me

from being decapitated

             from
             mundane consequences.

But,

What would happen If
            I'd  held my breath letting all the
air out.

deflated meanings of life,

                                               freedom..
T
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     Nylee and Kvothe
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