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Jan 12
Woeful of our wishes that fall
               on the shores of despair.

             We may walk, but we will never run.

But only fall into the sea
           of discontent.

Never realising
                                                that we never left
and drowned in our own misguided dreams.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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