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Jan 2016
Our essences mixed energies of a
Time now excluded from the living

Our emotions raw blended in a congealed
Form of weaving, non corporeal tears fell.

Our needing for each other past on through
That moment hands linear but aching each other.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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