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Jun 2014
Wastful wishes of one
that never listens, to
words said at a bed
side.

Sundays wasted sitting
on a hard bench hearing
the words from anothers
mouth, beliving words
that have been repated
a thousand times.

Money given to Telivision
evangelists, saying that
he speaks through them
to heal the sick, but the
one they prey to is the
almighty dollar sign.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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