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Jul 2015
Cold finger grasp
Like branches
In darkness stirring
Navigating the air
Grading ones strength
Inconceivable breathΒ Β 
No longer clinging
G**one is a candles flicker.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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