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Jan 2017
A withered carcass entombed
within my being,
An essence of what has succumb
beneath those placid waters
as I'm departed.

Your hands linger,
but are never grasped upon.

I'm obscured from all, and breaches
                whisper words in silence...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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