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Sep 2017
Cleaved of life
flesh pealed, unused.

Now sitting hollow,
a moment is always passing.

Entombed in hourly reminders
that its time is fleeting .
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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