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Sep 2016
I bled the pen dry, then
just threw it away  into
the trash alone...

For a moment I felt bad,
I had held it for so long
ushered my thoughts.

But now I treated it like a
one night stand, used it
and changed the sheets.

I picked up a new one and used
it as I had before, the guilt had
faded but the ink had not.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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