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11-25-2009, 04:06 PM
Sinopa sat down, snorting; she'd gotten a whiff of something nasty and couldn't get it out. Oh, yuck. What is that? Tuna? She made a gagging noise and rubbed her muzzle with a paw.
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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