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Sep 2016
Bare branches mean our thoughts have
shed their burden, and now linger at the
precipice of our minds Autumns fall

Stagnant decay as they  are soon to be but
only food for distant thought. A recollection
of something but a faint outline of what was...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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