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Date Posted: 18:55:11 06/14/02 Fri
Author: kern adouv
Subject: can't breathe

Despondent female entered the vast bookhall with an aire of dying grace. Lucid gaze was downcasted as she searched quickly for a place to settle. Images flashed precariously through her mind, and her steps faltered slightly. Oculars widened with fear as the events from her past were made livid, the memories coming forth to haunt her once more. Cranium was shaken, no more gently then a rattler's tail, before she continued. Footfalls were nearly silent as she finally found a large and comfortable chair away from the majority of the group. Leather-bound volume was laid upon drawn up knees, a feathery quill pulled from between its covers and set the ink [which had been stored in her pocket] was settled on the table at her side. Selecting a page, the book was open and the quill was inked before she set the quill to paper and she began to write.
I have a simple cry
but it has no simple answer
As I scream into the sky
I hope that you could answer
My heart is crying
Torn and bleeding
Loneliness is creeping up
Death is yet preceeding
Hand began to shake visibly, recklessly. Writing came to a halt as violent shudders passed down her spine, tears welling over dry eyes. Volume slid to crash to the floor as digits moved to cover her features momentarily. Finally tears were wiped quickly away, and all was well once again. She knelt to pick the volume up once more, though she felt the inspiration had passed.

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remember dignity -- kern adouv, 16:35:15 06/16/02 Sun