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Nov 2016
Flies digest my dead thoughts as larva is left
to again once feed on the thoughts that weren't
totally digested and reverberating inside my skull.

My attention is waning and not as coherent as
it once was. I just hear an inherent murmur of
what died slowly digested within my scalp.

Why are my memories of before only faded
repetitions of what was fed upon before.
My mind is so dark with fluttering wings.

*"My mind has died and only the flies pick at my thoughts,
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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