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Subject: -| if i should die before i wake |-

Author: Harry

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:55:21 11/25/04 Thu now you lay on the pavement cold as winter's bitter breath the sirens screaming to you their urban lullaby so sleep, my love and wake unto a better life He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this lonely. For all the time he'd been in Cascade, there'd been someone there. Lulu, Vivica, or on the rare occasion, Yufe. WHere had they gone? The young male sighed and scuffled down the aisle of the church, blending in with its dusty, deteriorating atmosphere. A scarf was settled around his neck, his clear green eyes scanning before him with slight apprehension. He'd never really been into religion, either. Being one who believed in evolution rather than sudden appearance of sentient beings, he found the idea of a greater cause rather appalling. He gave a dejected sigh, settling into the front pew, folding his hands neatly and studying the crucified Christ displayed at the front of the room. Long brick-red hair was tied neatly back into a ponytail, and he gave off the air of someone confident in himself but lacking a purpose. Yeah, that was Harry all right. All he was was a facade, a grand play that fit into the scheme of things...