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Feb 2016
The mosh pit of the dammed,
They Hunger the osculation
Of life's lingering rhythm.

Skeletal remains heave remnants
Of decomposed self at the stage
Degrading what they leech upon.

But as life throws its yearning
Descending into chaos's pit.
Flesh now bone finding no peace.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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