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May 2016
My ink is a repetition of thought
concealed within a secluded place.
Needing release before fading in obscurity.

But then it is released on to the pool
of white, an echo of conciseness
choreographed in motion on the page.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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