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Manga/Anime Monthly Features Vol. 37Welcome to the thirty-seventh edition of Manga/Anime monthly features. Each month I will browse through the Manga/Anime gallery and find some of the most eye catching and wonderful pieces that have been submitted each month! This month's features are from deviations submitted in August 2012.
Anohana Menma by KyouKaraa when night falls by shusical Passer by cantieuhy Circus by Tocatchad teen-age by carrot-milk
Springtime by lycheebunny -- Commission for Valauiel -- by Kurama-chan Charm by Shadow2810 ACEO No 121 ~ Japanese Geisha by nao--ren The Butterfly of the Night by AmberClover
+Stray Dog+ Ishtar City by VanRah Do you think this match? by EUDETENIS crow's lulaby - Kingdom Carousel full preview by depinz :thumb323429299: A life for a life, a time for a time by Yinamon
magical girl by katarinea Field of Moon light by raveeoftitans YOU-cee: King by YOU-cee Clockhearts: Deux de Piques by MyOneHen .nightly thoughts. by Ryoko-san18
One day with Chiyoharu-Ocs by ayasemn Omatsuri by longestdistance Mushroom Forest by harobako waterworld by MIAOWx3 chainsaw girl by Doomfest
. Heaven and Hell . by Nahamut :thumb324014741: :thumb318732956: :thumb321625964: Tough Luck, Alice by m-aruka
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longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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