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Feb 2019
In the morning we crawled
            in the afternoon we walked

In the evening we reminisced of
                                      early times.

When night fell we where silent,
                                   cradled in death.

But before it all began
                                   was the dawn.

Where we were just a thought,
       arising to a potential
                           no one knew about..
Poetic T
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