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Apr 2015
It rained that day, each
Droplet hit upon me.

Silence was my torment,
A tear fell alone unheard.

A cushion muffled
Impacted rain.
23 words of pain

Even through a cushion a fist is still a fist...
Real life isn't a fairy-tale
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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