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Mar 2017
The floor never sleeps,
to many motions keeping
upon its matter.

Even though parts never clung
to by anything, vibrations from a
pin dropping reverberate and
a wave splashes on a floor just
an insomnia of existence...

*"The floor never sleeps, to much is moving on.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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