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Feb 2019
The bruises where torn petals,
           that fell with every word.

The thorns cutting it to my mind.

And when I was adorned with the
                  blossom of your actions.

I would never rise to another sunrise.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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