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 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
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 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
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There comes a time when you have to forget when nothing is left
When things buried have been brought to the light burned  away  and the ashes  scattered  to the windows there comes a time
When  nothing  is left  when all sounds  have faded  away  even  that of goodbye  
I would  love to say part of me still  cherishes  you but thats a lie
 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
Leia R
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 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
Leia R
fingernails bite
leaving red streaks to stain pale skin
is this heaven or hell?
soft lips
plump they may be
blindfolded
i can't really tell
8.15.16
Well being, being well and seeing as that's okay make me well as well, but a well can be deep, can it not?
so with that in mind I've got a long rope.

Also
and there's almost always one also to add to things that I also don't know
so
I put also into the algorithmic mix and get
answers in the form of equations which mathematicians expound on at length whose length is as long as the rope for the well that is possibly deep

I keep going round the houses to get to the place that I want and the place that I want is well being and all being well I will get there.
 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
Jacobe Loman
Autumn.
How do you charm?
Is it the pretty leaves?
Perhaps, it's the popular color?
Maybe the unique smell?

It truly is the season of change.
Past loves revisited in waves of seasonal aroma.
A sense of urgency from the changing colors.
The frailty of the fallen leaves.
A hint of impending doom.

Though, gently the wind grazes.
Warmth echoing through the chills.
Some antidotes heal with the passing of time.
Preparing us to mentally brave winter.
Reflecting inward, changing outward.

Hope; maybe.
Motivation to work hard.
Endlessly, to find our way.
Pick up what we can and move on.
Recollections of the good, the bad, and the old.

Noble as time flows.
Ultimately, honorably ending.
Another chance, another year.
Different colors, different smells.

Accomplishments and failure.
It's all the same in the end.
Withering, until spring.
Life fights a way through.
Meeting us on the other side.
Reborn again.
 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
mike dm
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 Aug 2016 Elf Kill
mike dm
anyway, i can't think about that
anymore. the abyss gonna abyss.

i push pixels
bent on ellipses
****** up on extended metaphors
they turn me out
my sweater dismantled
these holes got socks in 'em
enamel from the storm god's tooth worn
and he knows i know

awkward eschatological talks ensue
like: "i always knew you were faking it."
stuff like that.

threshold deniers, behold, the new day: nigh af
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