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Feb 2017
My devotion fell like cinders of empty rain,
you were my blood soaking the
desolation felt within my veins.

Now I am hollow within this beating vessel,
that ebbing into emptiness was your gift
that once opened depleted what was special.

Your enchantment was a false fairy-tale woven
in razor wired kisses. We are an ending that
left cadavers of lonely hearts behind.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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