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Mar 2018
Soiled streams, that never
           find a mouth to taste
upon the nectar of life's nourishment.

Seeping like pure tears of loss,
             but life doesn't drink only.
             Neglected and stale stains linger.

Nourishment of a soul only
                          echoes the loss,
   never needing life's bounty.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     Shanath and Poetic T
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