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Date Posted: 21:42:31 06/23/02 Sun
Author: Sera
Author Host/IP: spider-tl072.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.207.207
Subject: - when angels deserve to die -

�� In your eyes forsaken me -- in your heart forsaken me ��

..Sired by the day and borne to the night, the shady f'morra becomes a more tangible entity; scarred and extracted from the tenebrous of the outside world -- debouching back into the fetid passage, rank and foul. Yet it was humble and entreating, thus she commended its facilities and greatly welcomed subterfuge. Dawning upon the city fringe only hours ago, she'd already found a familiar, comforting zone -- and greatly achieved ability to settle, for being vagrant had its advantages. The haded rogue meaunders blankly, spike footweak emitting a hollow, cold, empty reverberation 'gainst the viscid asphalt, while her complexion was smooth and placid like glass, expressing nothing but her wallowing boredom. The goddess was touched with splendor and atrocity, all at the same time. A forsaken trinket of society, she was once a socially active being...until reality had invaded the privacy of her blythe, and robbed her of everything but these twisted lies and broken dreams. Talent was latent within the slender toned bodice, yet nothing was there to instigate the matter, and thus she was driven to live...nothing more, nothing less. Cloaked in the raven umbrage, the malignant brood lingered, idling in her turbulence, a wake of defiance and diligance as she persued this late night vigil..

�� Why have you forsaken me? ��

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