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12-29-2006, 07:54 PM
The girl bit her lip, wincing faintly when her left fang pierced the skin, and she sat against the wall, looking down into the basement. She couldn't really think.
After a moment or two, she looked toward where they were and said, in more of a whisper, "Is anyone there?"
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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