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Evenoer Nov 2018
Part 2.

The cracking smile on her face, faded as he lifted her hands away. Propagating a gap between them, granting the cold air a territory,
to crawl among the spaces.
There was an interval silence before she broke it.
"Would it hurt you if I chose something beautiful?".
Deep down, she truly wished that it wouldn't.
She then profoundly started studying him who was strenuously absorbed into fathomless thoughts.
Another deadly silence filled in the room.
To her great misery, he murmured, "I don't know."
Along with a vulnerable gaze and a despairing smile, she let the words escape, "Tell me the truth then, will you?"
He raised his eyebrows, "should I?"
She nodded, as she barely knew that he was slightly nervous,
"This," he paused, "thing between us, I don't want it anymore."
She was in a dazed, having a hard time to conceive his sentence and approbate the bitter fact that he quit loving her.

Evenoer
sean rozario Feb 2010
This wind sounds of wolves,
Stampeding across the world, 
Children devouring souls,
Lead the child, 
In knowing my name,
So know this, 
With the etherial handshake,
In the province of hatred,
 This is Your curse,
I'll drink to your demise,
Blackened skies,
Behold the valleys,
Covered in frost,
Fathom this,
Appreciate,
Approbate, 
And recognize,
The martyrs cost,
Paying for blood,
In vast sin,
Raise your glasses,
I'll salute,
Heres to you, 
And many more.
Copyright 2010 s.Rozario
Fitness guru (grew)
     to an abrupt screeching halt,
     i.e. did dramatically abate,
whence significant block of time,
     I formerly did allocate
(within recent past)
     for physical work out,
      whence crude writing of mine

     didst clamor (and disclaimer)
     for me to ameliorate
said primitive chicken scratch,
     where this aspiring wordsmith
     seriously considered guillotine
     executioner to amputate
my head as a last ditch
     decision to annihilate

every last trace of anonymous
     Norwegian bachelor farmer,
     who stoically didst annunciate
grim fate with bravado
     expedited and antedate
as most acceptable, expedient,
     and honorable deed to antics
feted visit of Matthew Scott Harris

     measure for measure,
cuz yours truly could anticipate,
viz, the lifetime deplorable
     basket case apostate,
sans slacking of
     state mandated regimen decision
     upheld by appellate
(cap'n Kangaroo) court

     unequivocally, reverently,
     and supremely didst approbate
negligence toot hone body electric,
     would warrant appropriate
action far more serious
     all chief (Tour So)
     headless horseman didst articulate
decapitation (while the salacious

     notes re: despacito
     softly filled the air
     tempting one mere Vlad
     to start Putin on the ritz)
     versus eternal damnation, humiliation
     absolute deathly guarantee,
     asper risking tainted hands
     (albeit even gloved one of tormentor)

     with option to (buy
     hack it kit to) asphyxiate
this extreme sanctioned
     modus operandi
     death sentence issuing
     collective crowdsource
     exhalation to aspirate,
which outcome foretold

     irrevocable fate authenticate
ting, how, when, and where
     condemned overly ate,
omitting athletic training,
     which indulgence
     equalled a dead soul
     weigh ting to
     be fed to Cerberus,

where actions evinced
     urgent strategy to authenticate
combating lackadaisical
     indifference toward
     keeping the well taut body
     fit as a fiddle, and
     nip in figurative bud backdate
ting initial accursed onset re:

     spreading epidemic
     (mindset kudzu contagion)
forcing explicit need for panacea
where ostracized people
     (from a former
     declarative simple,

unquestionably more
     lenient administration),
where undeserving
     exclamatory reprobates
solely given compound
     run on sentences
     including a barbiturate.

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