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Jul 2016
Words are like recycled toilet roll,
there is always a lingering repetition
of what was on there before.

Wipe it away from its originality.
covert it from what was before just diverse,
White washed but echo's linger as though there.

Pre-owned in a formatted outlived form,
that which was meant as before but unblemished.
Smell its clean, but a hint of what a was there lingers.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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