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Aug 2016
Do you ever miss the perpetual innocence
of before, when the world was an illusion
of colorful whispers and nothing seemed as
exhilarating as what was coming next.

For next was a new thought, a footstep into
the unknown as we didn't know, didn't realizeΒ Β 
what was a randomness of a world so huge
to our surroundings.

We took everything in and kept hold of it,
unknown to bringing a smile in a time unthought.
But never knowing it would be needed further
down those long travelled tracks of time.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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