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July 17th, 2001, 11:48 PM
#1
Inactive Member
Shadows hide within the mysterious depths of the dark.
Likes youthful spirits quivering, not to be forsaken.
The illumination of the morning bleeds through the crevices within the drapery.
It creeps up on it's prey,
Pondering the attack for no more than a second then decends with ferocious vengance.
But disappear the shadows not,
For they are bound and tortured by their own tedious existance.
Light has become the enemy,
The vilian in the boundless saga.
Escaping into the darkness,
Inconspiquous to those unable to focus.
The randomness of deceit too unbearable, Much so that the inconsistant bliss of the dark,
Freid at the edge,
Bring a glimmer of joy to the endless day.
Preciousness destroyed,
Stolen with intent to disinigrate what youthful boundaries once pocessed.
Longing to be free.
Free from the time when the glow is gone.
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July 18th, 2001, 12:17 PM
#2
Senior Hostboard Member
OooOOOOoooooOOOOohhhhhh me lika~ *claps*
I like the imagery in this and the idea of a war between the two. Good thought and it flowed really nice... *G* I dug it. Good work, post more.
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