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Aug 2017
You said you would
               climb mountains
for our love...

But that was then..

Now you will not walk steps
                to hold my hand.
Our mountain is but a puddle.

My tears now linger untrodden...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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