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Jul 2016
My thoughts now lay dormant
in this coffin of dead reflectionΒ Β 
rotting, decaying upon themselves.

I could not linger with this consciousness
on my mind, so I buried beneath the
deliberation of what was right.

It is still there in the casket of what
was and what is now, but it is static
never entering my consideration again.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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