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Date Posted: 12:39:03 02/12/02 Tue
Author: ��n��cģ
Subject: Un�qu�r�d C�r��n��
In reply to: �lack Thunder 's message, "� trepidation �" on 02:08:52 02/12/02 Tue

. Gracious 'deed 'twas fatale b'fore thee. Only reason she 'twas on Martyr's bad side, t'was for her ability of no submission. If clearly seen of battle, 'twas only a rampage due to lack of judgement 'ward she, and t'would soon pass o'er, but 'deed, she 'ad no reason to be hateful 'ward Martyr, nor he, for bad impression 'twas taken o' fatale, which t'would soon be replaced by worthy .

. Lappetts dance vigourously o'er cran'um o' ashen fatale, knives protruding to strike virgin foilage b'neath thee in repeditive manner, light trepidation indeed. Tresses lapsate 'pon virgin region, mug encased in ruffled boa o' speckled fire, greeting rolling o'er lips in silent gratitude, respect per'aps, if taken .

. Mug lowered 'ward terrain to 'mit yet 'gain, silent murmur o' greeting, withering in silence did it seem .

. Gratitude indeed will prove my loyalty 'ward all the herd, and to you, my king .

. Silence doth the shadows speak, echoing to the night. The story untold b'fore thee, only to those who may hear the silence that withers 'way your mind .

. Wither 'way to the night, yet let her save you, save you from drowning sin, as offered b'fore. Save you from death, save you from concealance o' your ever florescent spirit .

. Leave your mind b'hind you, let your spirit fly, leave your mind in foilage as all the days go by. Let the wind echo in your ears, lead you to your destiny, let all be silent in a murmur of tears, be granted manefiestany .

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[> *poke* -- Cat, 15:28:57 02/12/02 Tue

(I'll post ic...really ^..^) Dude, u forgot the kniferz...AND U NEVER SAYD HI TO ME! *pokes* say hihihihi to the cat cat cat *bounces around*

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