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Mar 2014
Wasted words that dissipate
in the air, what could have
become some thing now
nothing but air,
  
Wasted breath exhalled out,
air that could have been used
for some thing else, each breath
one less in life.
  
Wasted words, and wasted breath
all for nothing, as the voice didn,t
travel it just layed limp on the floor,
so wasted words heard by none used
no more in jest.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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