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Date Posted: 07:54:23 04/25/02 Thu
Author: Christina
Author Host/IP: HubV-mcr-24-24-123-127.midsouth.rr.com / 24.24.123.127
Subject: ºlostº

...you can get lost in the fog...

ºa fog rolls in area as valkyrie ingresses with lentissmo pace-it curls around the lithe frame o' she-taking her in it's frigid arms-catching her tri-colored tendrils-leaping them about her delicate ivon facade-envelopeing her slight frame-hiding it from all.º

...in the fog things happen that no one can see...

...the sea keeps count...

ºas fog dissaprated slowly femmiques slender frame emerges from it. pate tilted backwards, salt from the nearby sea graces 'pon scarlet labria. a zephyr picks up, tasting o' the rich salt.º

...it wants one of us...

...the caress of a fire...

ºmatchbox pulled from small pocket 'pon denim jeans-thin wood match removed from it-struck 'gainst rough side o' the box-a flame alights 'pon thin match-starving for more.º

...so soft...

ºflame flickes in front o' ivon facade-casting eerie shadows 'pon feminine featurettes-showdows 'dancing' 'pon her-unspoken chant evident-she's mine she's mine she's mine-crimson labria purse as single blow o' carbon dioxide 'kills' the staving flame-charcoal'd match thrown 'pon loam-ped crushes it-crumbling it to ashes.º

...so deadly...


Alias
Christina

Time endured
dual decades, though seems like much longer

s.s
changes

orign
white

genre
fairer

personali
mostly being 'lost' in her own mind, she somtimes becomes sane..for a day, a week, a hour, a second. tis enchanted with the sea, and fire.

at first glance
tresses are most strange, tri-colored. mocha, gold, and silver. occli twere mostly hollow, though their color tis sea blue. frame tis slender, 'pon the verge on being 'skinny', little tis eaten when she's 'lost'.

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