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Mar 2014
Flesh and bone,
the prison that
surrounds me.
Sentenced to the
pain of the flesh,
this prison that
grows weak with
age. My only freedom
is death, my last
breath releases me.
This sentence is now
over, my spirit set
free from this
prison of bone
and flesh.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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     Traveler, --- and Chalsey Wilder
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