Poet's Profile : August

About August

Why is everyone on this website so sulky and sad? I should punch you all into consciousness.

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Full year (2)

And we bring about something
With inane ramblings forth...
Gray pours over (3)

The breaking clouds might win again
They will never be my friends...
For Cassidy, Somewhere (14)

The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...

For Cassidy, Somewhere (14)

The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...
Untitled (3)

Hold your breath
Too wary, too cold...
The Harvest of the Weak (4)

They wait for then, and in the end
The lead machines will eat the men...
The opening (4)

Broken bones bred this
Broken home...
A Call To The Men (5)

Everlasting time eating up a meal
Decorated brain-men, fated to die...