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Mar 2018
Sadness cleaves
to malicious
              intentions.
Clotted grins seep,
          fuchsia petals
descending from smiling grins.

No ones gets the humour,
           as balloon machetes
cleave sorrows from faces.
    His smile drips from
           a joke not gotten
                      a jester of death smiles.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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