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Mar 2017
The plug that kept me within breath
has been pulled, and now I ebb on the
precipice of my essence being swallowed
by a drain of unworthy moments..

I am on of a cycle of decline weaving
upon the sides of these occasions,
ever declining to be but a residue  of what was.
I'm empty and only sediment is remaining.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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