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Poetic T Aug 2017
Collect on the husks of my thoughts,
                    like maggots feeding  on the
memories buried deep.

Then reword what you had consumed,
defamation of dead reflections
                          now wrote in decayed ink.. 

Your feeding on me,
and I'll never know as my words are cobwebs
                                                     of dead thought.

— The End —