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Jan 2016
When the chains fell silent, the gears stationary
Once more. When sheers where as they were.

Everyman's ideology fell soundless on the
Breeze of once tainted obsessive thought.

Bullets were but pebbles now taken by the
Shores of time, stationary no longer tainting air.

A rose grew through the white bleached remnants
Of what exhaled life now motionless and still.

Man was many things but his temperament
Grew to strong, now earth heal now he's gone.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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