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Chemistry Fills Prints.- Sept.A stormy winter; not bleak but white, keeps me so indirectly (scratch that ?nay. that sounds good: oodg sdnous htta)Chemistry Fills Prints.- Sept.
from the cheese ( good archetype? I suppose: uppsose I).
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Spider's Prey - August"Oh, what a tangled web we weave "When first we practice to decieve."Spider's Prey - August
The men nodded slowly, pleased with the beginning of one of the poetry contest's submissions.
The tangled webbing blocked And proved my efforts all to naught
The bugs chittered knowingly, bulbous eyes glinting.
The spider she came carefully Tickled me so darefully
Frowns appeared in the gathered crowd.
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Sticky - Augustblunder through an inky cloud cotton candy in the pitch pressed so tight to sticky hell oppressive walls are closing inSticky - August
glutinous air filled with stench aphotic close and utterly vile lose my balance, break my knees as my throat fills, slow, with bile
Crawling creatures haunt this shade creeping up and down your skin A scitter on the quiet breeze something slithers now and then
caught now in a gummy haze frozen in mid step aversely sucking in the wretched draft a scream and shout inside my head
only this can drown it out
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I am not full of hate because the world has punished me with some dishonest, lowly, sickly, evil, plagued, persistent, or untimely reality. But let us rather say I am full of hate because the world has not. How shall I live another day.
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Your every word is scrawled onto my insides, but I can only read when I cut myself open.
Also my submission for August's theme never was never posted, though I submitted it several days before the cut off date. What happened?
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Sabrina fair/ Listen where thou art sitting/ Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave/ In twisted braids of lilies knitting/ The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair/ Listen for dear honour's sake/ Goddess of the silver lake/ Listen and Save
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