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mirage of dreams
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Date Posted: 19:05:40 08/08/02 Thu
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+..dammar..+
's message, "+..unscathed..+" on 14:52:02 08/08/02 Thu
.|.per'aps change is needed, yet again. t' clear th' mind and soul. if presence o' princess was not wanted, then queen o' th' damned isn't either. for th' mirror reflects just th' same 'pon both images, just give it time, th' uglyness shows through quicker then you'll realize. short temper i see we have..won't get you far, trust me i know. still have a lot o' things t' learn, you do. just wait till th' darkness o' life sheds 'pon you, your day will come. never failed yet. clouded glass lanterns shift 'bout for young dame. th' time i wasted not standing up for 'er, has yet t' be paid up. i refuse t' fail again. per'aps this is my second chance at life, and trust me, i'm not leaving it b'hind. do as you wish, young prince, but i do believe my presence 'long with fajarah's is unwanted. don't lie to my face, won't get you anywhere either. candle's flame turns black, creature pacing back and forth b'hind rusted bars, smirk drawn 'pon features, awaiting t' be freed. time shall come m'friend, time shall come...hold on. crania raises, thorns entwining within mangled tresses, hidden by broken jeweled crown. fajarah, what is it you hold 'gainst this one? how do you know he is worse then father? father was a low-life. he left not only me, but you and caliph as well and what others there are. how is that not b'low th' line? silence shatters, loud snort 'rupting. black flame twitches b'hind lantern's clouded glass. blunt ivories click, failing t' 'merge. tension. muscles bunch, twitching as tension flows throughout. handle it yourselves, i don't wish t' hear o' it. none. i'm done. if fajarah leaves, so do i. i'll fall off th' face o' th' earth, i don't care. ivories snap at th' air. anger and hatred, grudges, anything, merging t'gether, forced within an unstable cardboard box. explosion. spins 'round 'pon glass razor, quickly slithering 'way. melts 'way, gone from lantern's light.|.
.|.don't test something when you don't know th' kind o' explosion you'll get. this isn't even th' begining, for i have yet t' start.|.
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