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May 2020
The moment were surrounded
          by deep breaths of nothingness.

But we swear we
                    can feel it touching our neck..

                               was that you..

                               wait no ones here..
oh' ****...
                                         silence....
Poetic T
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     Poetic T, Colm and Garrett Johnson
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