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06-12-2008, 05:33 PM
"..uh." She blinked, but nodded and walked to the engine room. It was through a few port-hole doors, past a sliding door, and past another porthole door; toolboxes were lying all over the engine room. She sat down on a sliding board and slid under one part of the engine that had a large puddle of oily water under it. "I need a monkey wrench."
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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