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Apr 2018
The sun still burns through clouded renditions,
                      eyes black with the tainted sorrows
                                                   of a darkened days.

Still burned beyond the visual acuity
       of subconscious glaring. But we still collect pictures
       in the ashes of  clouds. Tombs of  imaginations folly.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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