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Sep 2017
Never could they gently part,
always forcefully, but the gentle
touch was needed you would find.

It was the gem sitting in-between,
soft, delicately waiting for the touch.
But for some it was to hard to locate.

Precious was the this gem between,
for those who could feel its moistness
knew they had found the jewel in-between.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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     Shanath, Poetic T, Lora Lee and Melissa S
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