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09-07-2005, 04:31 PM
After waiting for a few minutes but getting no reply immeadiately, she went downstairs and sat at the bar. She was rather thirsty; the salt in the plant demon blood had been rather strong. "I'll take a water. Not pure please. Fresh out of the faucet."
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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