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Date Posted: 16:46:56 06/22/01 Fri
Author: Perfection’s Flaw
Author Host/IP: dialup-mo-84.seymour.fidnet.com / 216.229.84.84
Subject: Charming Me Unto Death

Can you ever forgive me
For what I've done
Or what I'm about to do
I know I'll mess everything up
Like so many times before
So I try to be perfect
Just like you
Why should I have to change?
When the problem is obviously you
I know this is true, but I have to hold on
I have no one else to hold onto
Can you forgive me
For how I've lived my life
Or how I will in the future
It's just the way I am
And perfection is not

The significant figure emerges, onyx hooves soundless on the carpet of jade. Endless, rolling dunes of emerald, all new, but all familiar in the essence of cruelty. The evilness which enveloped his deserts perminated this land.

Stepping unto the verdant earth, standing proud, lofty. Searching for a familiar face, either of enemy of ally, no matter.

Sleek,streamlined raven body turns to the associates ‘round the ebon silhouette, drawing a sense of oneness in their history,their past. All searching, questing for something of importance to prolong existence for.

Standing,midnite wind blowing trendils of pure black silk across the dark face,he turns, and as he stands on the top of a adjacent knoll, as he stood on his dune for so many years,watching,an observer of the new ones, you can see the oneness with the land,the woods,the atmosphere. All were his, and he theirs. He is the magnitude, the existence, the breath, the forebear, the devotion, the beginning, the end.

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