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Apr 2020
Hues of onyx fill the hemisphere,
                                   daylight sets artificially..

The glacier of life floats breathless,
          more mass underneath..

Beauty now drowns for profit...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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