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10-01-2008, 06:15 PM
A man with dark red hair and tanned skin was sitting outside a bar, finding the atmosphere inside a bit too stuffy, and he lifted his floppy hair from his good eye; the other was blind, pure white, and had a scar from his hairline to halfway down his cheek. His good eye was a dark gold, but it was apparent it was damaged from how he squinted a bit out at the port. His clothes were a simple white longsleeve shirt and brown slacks that were scuffed black with dirt and mud; he'd been tossed out of another bar the night before. "What ship is that you came off of?"
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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