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How was your journey? She asked.

It is going good. Just watching the mirror and i am looking hot.

She: wow :)

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Everything was true untill watching the mirror.
He was missing her actually.
Missing her
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Onoma
Truth enamored of itself...based upon
the forever following.
Flow's entrails--the
seven circuit labyrinth pends the
recollection that yielded it.
Thus, the unsound voice pouring
voicelessness.
Minotaur's digestive sound bite.
Where Once, as only Once allotted
the victor of Truth.
As told, as held...now confounds
with a self-fabricating prophesier,
profaning all telling.
Disconsolate swipes of emotion
make and remake the barren.
Pray tell the lessening visage of thee,
where by and by shall deem thee
bygone.
 Dec 2016 Max Vale
Graff1980
We walk right down to the minute,
right up to the second.
We fall down in an instant
when the heartbeat is missing.
Black smoke become shapes
of whatever painful memory takes
our final beat and breath away.
(20 minute poetry)

Today is one more away from the day that wore yesterday's veil.

if I fail against all the odds and sods of a day like today I deserve to repeat my mistakes
and if what takes it
gives it
I've got some coming.

They're finding it within their hearts to expose the gentler side
talking of a sleighbell ride,
a bit wide of the mark considering global warming, just saying that today in
real terms ain't worth the cardboard shelter it's written on,

but we'll wish you a happy Hanukkah playing
Rosh Hashanah on the harmonica
we'll cut down a Yuletide log for you
get Santa to buy that dog for you
send millions of facebook likes to you
and that's what we'll do.
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