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Apr 8
Organs of dead fellows,
       rings of white
the corpses of high standing felled.

And yet you think my diminishing
                gives you heed to throw

me stained with waste...
                     stigmatized....
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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   Saige
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