395 The Epitaph Of The Dragon

Consult the readme at https://www.sofurry.com/view/729937 ascension: the epitaph of the dragon beautiful eerie softlight of deep time falls the rain on the bare rock my sorrows the sun the bones of the creatures far below crumbled stone marks

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Poem #78: Toast

_toast_ the edges are strong but weak crumbling into tiny pieces that scatter across the plate.

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Untitled Poem

We crawl through moist humus like millipedes, feasting on dirt and dead, crumbling leaves while striped skies cycle through violet hues, while time's kisses take the shape of a bruise.

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No Such Thing As Second Chances - Plot

This is a story about how a simple boy's life crumbles around him and with no chance to save it. he looses everything he has on the count for not saying how he felt, how he saw, what he heard and what he said.

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Just In Town For A Quickie

From his vantage atop her he could see the buildings around them crumble. with the slightest of arm shrugs she leveled buildings. with each thrust she pounded herself onto his mighty shaft.

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The Beast Within

The beast within the beast hunts those whom he may devour, but he does not feast upon the flesh, he finds you when you least expect it, ripping your spirit from your chest, your shell crumbles over the hollow core, the void within swallowing

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poem hate

For you never saw my mind crumble. for you never saw my sole decline into the maddnes of hell. for i truly hate every thing about me. you drove me quite litearly insane. now that i see you in this pain. i only find my self laughing at you.

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Perspective

Pieces crumble and fall around me as i fall into my pit. gnashing teeth and eyes surround me taunting me to quit. sharp sticks and cracking whips. the rattle of the cage. these things i know all too well, send me into rage.

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Fennec Moon

Pumps in ruby hearts fennec moon lights leap and twist, bark and yip, a feral game of tag over and under, zig then zag, catch me if you can a brush of fur, a lick of ear, your turn now fennec moon peaks cautions abandoned, restriction crumbles

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My Pain

#4 of poetry the first gasp of pain as you try and breath but your tears fall too fast and you can feel yourself slowly crumbling as your hands shake and your silent cries turn into sobs as your tears plop onto the floor with a soft tap as your knees give

The Codex Chapter 5: War of Celtia

She started how her kingdom began crumbling down, citizen left and even the deity began falling into an eternal slumber.

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