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Jun 2015
Our blood is of ink,
Our thoughts are words on a blank page,
We are the creations of imagination
That never fades,
We will ink creation with every
Emotion,
Meeting,
Touched
By every moment that passes
We are the blood of ink
That will only ever spill ink,
The world is of whispers and we listen,
Our surroundings are now blots on a frozen page.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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