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Date Posted: 07:53:41 07/07/02 Sun
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.70
Subject: Scribblings in the Sand

::Lithe feline traverses pon the grainy loam, smoldering golds scour the detestably 'happy' world before jaded form travels forth once more--away from the populace seeking solitude. Garbed in unknown attire of faded and torn denims, countless tears and rips cavorting over raniment. A fitted tee so old the logo barely distinguishable by the peeling lettering Crawling in the Dark--clings to nimble chassis as a second skin. Sceptered palate sporting a fadded baseball cap her own insigna The Dreaming Tree has Died blatant and bold--silken ebonite tapestry pulled up to be secured in a ponytail. Shielding her identity, indistinguishable except by those that knew her the best, and only they could ascertain rogue's id by the scuffed and scrapped guitar clinging to willowy spinal signiture. Finding a desolate spot valkyrie plops configuration down, pulling rolled notebook out of back pocket quickly opening it. Smoldering emberlites stare at the restless aqua before setting to work, well kempt talons pick out the melody; sultry timbre purrs forth::

Where are you going?
With the long face pulling down
Don�t hide away like the ocean
That you can�t see
But you can smell
And the sound of waves crash down

I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero, oh that�s for sure
But I do know one thing:
It�s where you are is where I belong

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ignore (NT) -- moi, 14:17:02 07/07/02 Sun