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07-13-2009, 05:21 PM
Sinopa was scrubbing one of the front windows of her bar; a bird had left an unpleasant gift. "Stupid birds, why can't they just go f**k themselves," she grumbled, spraying more window-wash on the mess. Once it was gone, she tossed the rag in the dumpster and headed back inside.
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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