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Aug 2017
So many pens have run dry,
I miss the reflections of others.

Like a crypt of cobwebbed words
that others visit, reading faded verse.

I reminisce on words that have become
static, hoping again for a breath of new word.
to many have faded but I still visit there words fading from years but still there ink grows within my muse
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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