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Subject: ~+Lost at Sea+~

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Loves Crime

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Date Posted: 18:33:48 04/18/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: HSE-Toronto-ppp288493.sympatico.ca/64.231.16.254

*feminine fihure enters valley upon slender hooves, oculars gazing intently for her love, the one known as Lost at Sea. Her heart ceased to rush with joy whilst he was gone, the flame in her soul ceased to burn. He was her al, her everything, yet, her life was gone, for he was gone...Tender lips emit a sad, lonely whicker for the steed whom kept her heart beating. Crystal oculars scan restlessly, as though she searched for her heart. Triangular auditives mount upon her raven poll, an ebon veil masking the pain within the milky, honey oculars. Heart beat slowly, orbs scanned frantically. Nothing could keep her going if he was nto there, it was him who gave reason to her life, gave her a pourpose. Raven mass os silken tendrils cascade freely over arched neck, strands of ebon caressing muscled haunches. Tender lips part once more to cry out in a mournful call, she was a dove who could not fly, her soul chained to the rocky ground. She had come to this land in hope of finding him, in hope of seeing his form which brought tears to her eyes. Slender limbs pull feminin frame forth, deeper into the endless sea of lovers, yet where was her knight? An ice cold tear slips from her orb, shattering likje glass upon the frozen terrain. Tail of raven tendrils holds lowly to her haunches, auditives alert for any sound of his majestic figure. Oculars close for a brief moment, his image flashing into her mind, burning into her soul. She could not, nor wanted to, rid herself of his image. It haunted her, yet calmed her. She felt the need to be with him, a deep passion suging strongly through her veins. Her mission was clear, nothing could stop her from finidng him once more. FInding him was all tht mattered in life, for he was all that mattered in her life...*

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