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-{::EphemeralArcs::}- White capsules of the angel crys
born from sorrows arrow Ties
trailing weavings of nothing to remember
holding itself in a cold December
Away from the scrutiny of a perfect June.
Passive by the falling arrow
watching leaves ebb and flow

gold dirges of fire
toward events transpire
vagabond to feign
grey stone plaine

Echoes of blue skies high
counting by the time nigh
hushing who haunt away from center
an escaped tenure
on lament wings
of what nothing brings.
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pihl blarg snarfle flog rad, ho hum dish fad. Gizzle guzzle krumple koo. Grumple posh giggle be lizzle nizzle for shizzle. 030416
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god i call for an end to punctuation- period! 030417
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