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Jun 2016
Many moons had eclipsed on this
awaiting beryl infused opening
that had not received a palm
of welcoming in ages past.

The interior  had rained its petals
of fossilized memories within this
once warming place, and static they
stayed barring all  as silence breathed.

Exterior loosening's had now eroded
like stale teeth never in motion they
hung there awaiting for there time
descend and the door still stands silently.
An old door where the interior had fallen in and barred all from entering it just stands waiting for someone to knock again.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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     ---, Poetic T, ---, Bianca Reyes and Stephan
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