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May 2019
We may walk pathes
         That others have

Colleted singular
        Footsteps upon.



           But where we are,
            It's ****** green.


And nothing is pure,
           Beyond the first footsteps.



For after one, everyone






             Is just a mirage of purit.

And everything after is a mirage

                 Of wishful thinking...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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