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May 2020
Brisk bones bend in the wind,
           as frail memories
fall beneath me.

Every one in a moment of decay.

No longer apart of me,

  but a skeleton figure

                         of a past,
brighter and full of life.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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       Poetic T, Sue Collins, Persephone and gabby
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