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May 2020
The smell of sulphate,
            emanating from that
accursed thing, its aura glistened,
                  seemingly smouldering .

But when the  breath of life
                    died beneath sunset,
A Spector of ill conceived retention
                                             contemplated.



Daybreak was mutilated upon the sight.
                                            established placidity..
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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         Eloisa, Rupal, Pagan Paul, Imran Islam and Chloe
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