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This is the collection of DLDs given to amazing literature in the fields of poetry and prose for the Month of August 2011, selected by our wonderful group of literature admins and staff. Individuals are only allowed to be selected once every 30 days, so congratulations to everyone that was selected during August 2011.

The taxi drove us to the old part of the city, where the neat grids laid out by the modern town planners devolved into a haphazard collection of alleys, one-ways and narrow roads originally designed for carts, not cars. This part of the city had seen a boost in popularity in the last decade. The old buildings had been given fresh coats of paint and trendy sushi bars and coffee shops rubbed shoulders with art galleries and boutiques. Many artists and musicians still called the area home, resulting in a charmingly eclectic mix of people walking past the taxi. We eventually pulled up in front of the address the dispatcher had given me. It was l

It all started with the crushing of my heart, the brilliance of her eyes, the soft black silkiness of her hair, the smell of her smooth sensual skin. I wanted to show her the world, to brighten her smile with happiness, to see her shod in silver and gold, It was the perfect love. It all ended with the crushing of her heart, the dimness of her eyes, the encrusted stiffness of her hair, the smell of drying blood and burning rubber. And all that is left is a blood stained ring, her favorite ring, taken from off her hand now cold and dim just like my heart.