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Poetic T Apr 2018
When I venture beyond the
            schemes of a
            hundredth breathes.

As each one that starts a year,
           culminating in the expiration
            of woeful expirations.

No one expects within there life time
             of exhales, that each one
will permeate counts lingers  beyond 100.

Collecting exaltations, that when
            timed, they'll never pass the
  hundredth moment of our lifetime.

— The End —