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08-04-2005, 03:18 PM
Nilly walked down a road, staring at the sky. A notebook was in her left hand, and a sharpened pencil with a new eraser on it was tucked above her right ear, just in case she was inspired for a drawing. Ganshi sat on her left shoulder and kept singing randomly, but no matter what, it still got annoying.
"Ganshi, what are you doing?" Nilly finally asked, exasperated.
"Singing."
"Well, I wouldn't mind it if you'd stay quiet for a good hour. If there's someone or something coming, let me know then."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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