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Mar 2017
The seed was barren upon the
      creation of breath.

Exhalation of inception voided
      when tears of conception fell crimson.

Soil desolate upon the grain planted deep,
        fields of love parched upon there creations.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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