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08-17-2005, 12:49 PM
Nilly walked down a street, her dark brown hair pulled up into a low ponytail. Some wisps of hair fell in her face. I swear on my parents' graves I will find their murderers before I die myself! she thought, dark gray-gold eyes sharp.
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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