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7d
Well if you return to a tree that’s rotten inside and make a table.

It’s never going to hold up the fruits
of tomorrow.

Only spoil on the floor of tomorrow.

With regrets that will never bear the
Fruits of fruition. All will be seedless...
Relationships love contamination
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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