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Date Posted: 23:33:32 05/01/01 Tue
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~*Not so much as a blink changes his stately formation, not even a twitch of a muscle might catch the eye of an onlooker, his body poised, taut, unable, unwilling to move for fear that the unmatchable-comely mare before him might only be an illusion, driven sickly into the depths of his mind, stemmed from his own raging sorrow..... His lobes remain as they had been seconds, minutes before, poised intently toward her, straining, struggling, praying for the sweet resonance which dripped from her woven lips would return to meet them..... Yet all that reaches out, all that flails to grasp them, the constant whisper of her breath, which was somehow enough...... His optics trace each thread of fluid which streams from her widened nasals, remaining taken by the curls of white smoke, how they toss, bunch, and disappear into the black of the night as the wind snatches them vengently from veiw......... She seemed so much like him, as if he were staring ahead, ahead into a pain of glass, a reflection a million times more beautiful than himself, though vague, staring back t'ward him.... But she, only she knew how his heart throbbed so, how his mind ached to explode of the pressure of the pain bestowed upon him, for she felt it, too....... Three times had he loved another so deeply that his heart ached with passion... And three times, his heart had been shattered, shattered so deeply so that it was months before his heart dare to look at another once more......... Yet she was different... She knew how he felt, how they felt... She understood better than any other.... He could see it in her eyes. And at long last, as if hours before had passed them by, his lips once more break their unity, his own breath now visible, its icy fingers grasping hers in a gentle clutch..........* M'lady.. *His voice streams harshly, coarsely, the drone unpleasant, yet easily distinguished...* I know that you feel as I do...... For I have seen it in your eyes. I know that you hurt as I do..*His voice cold, and dull. Yet the fear in him still running through his body*
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