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07-28-2006, 06:42 PM
Somewhere on the other side of the same city Ishbel was in, a young man ran through the alleyways, his gold-tinted greenish eyes scared to death. He tripped and fell, scraping his elbows and palms, and he curled up behind a garbage can, his head bowed. Dammit...
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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