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Apr 17
I cut down the last tree,
   and ate the last apple...

I  wore the snake as a noose...


******* gravity...
  


                 I fell hollow and empty...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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