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Fire to ashes
Mountains to dust
Water to ice
Metal to rust

Like to lust
Lust to love
Love to hate
Hate to love

Breath to life
Life to death
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

By Lady R.F (C) 2016
 Oct 2016 Kvothe
Shena Macababbad
The sheets, I folded
after I get out of bed.
Sigh, another day of being a wife.
Oh, how I love life!

Obligated to make breakfast
for my partner while watching a weather forecast
and me holding a knife.
Oh, how I love life!

He, meeting his friends every night.
I would attempt to start a fight
for I wish to end up as his ex-wife.
Oh, how I love life!

Between the lines of love and hatred,
you’re the only one I tolerated.
This scene, for us, is rife.
Wow, this is true-to-life!
 Oct 2016 Kvothe
Akira Chinen
Burning butterflies at the end of time
Watching wings turn to ash
And dreams embrace death
The flicker of the flame
Whispering a dead lovers name
Stars hold their breath
As they wish they could become fish
Lost at sea in tranquil blue
Quench their fire for a moments rest
A chance to sleep and a chance to dream
Of butterflies with burning wings
To take their place in midnight skies
So they could sleep until the end of time
 Oct 2016 Kvothe
Bailey
I don't think you understand how warm and beautiful orange sunlight is.
Orange sunlight pouring through dusty windows.
Dusty windows and the scent of vanilla brown sugar body lotion.
Vanilla brown sugar body lotion and pumpkin pie.
Pumpkin pie with thick whipped cream on top.
These are the magical days of autumn in California.
In the morning the grass is dewey.
In the night the air is cool.
Roses are yellow and brown at the edges.
I hope one day you'll see it too...
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