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Oct 2017
When colour dies,
      obituaries of the past
fade away of what was bitten
                                 into so easily.

Now everything is
                              black and white
so clearly picked..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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