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Date Posted: 20:39:00 10/19/02 Sat
Author: babyJ
Subject: test

| this is not for you |

| the panther paces |

| her world is so dark |
| pupils extend to anti color |
| thirteen shades of gray |

| yet blackness is all she has |
| ever witnessed |

| her melodiac growl released |
| echoing in glycerine |
| yet remaining caustic |

| yet blackness is all she has |
| ever spoken |

| the blackness destroys her |
| and conceals her |

| oh my casanova, my ozone baby |
| my dear solitary boy |
| who abuses his love with silence |
| who mocks me with insupportable absense |

| absense makes the heart grow fonder |
| yet your absense destroys me |
| and what is a fond heart |
| without soul? |

| all that shimmers in the world |
| is sure to fade away |
| again |
| it's to far away for me to hold |
| to far away |

| for you - incomplete |

|the issues of absense |
| accepted amongst a chortle |
| silently |
| perhaps only a grin |

| as always, questions unanswered |
| love forgotten |
| or maybe love rejected |
| will plague her being |
| neverwhere |

| playful - speil mit mir* |

| odd frolicsome nature |
| overwhelmes her |

| her arcobatics presented |
| aires above ground |
| she twas no lippizanner |
| but could fly higher |
| than any |

| her frame of darkened hues |
| wrenched about in manners |
| of foals |

| yet filladom hath only recently |
| escaped her |
| odd displays of emotion |

| explanitory |

| she dreams a champagne dream |
| strawberry surprise - pink linen and white paper |
| lavender and cream |
| fields of butterflies |
| reality escapes her |
| she says that love is for fools who fall behind |
| she's somewhere inbetween|
| she doesn't really know |
| never can really tell a killer from a savior |

| p a n t h e r b l a c k |

|ooc: sorry for the bad post, my bad. i just wanted to get things active round here and couldn't really think of anything, so i just started typing. i don't really know, so don't ask. she is in a really odd mood today. if you wanna join in her play, feel free to, after all "speil mit mir" literally means "play with me". i guess it is okay to act childish once in awhile, lol. |
| btw: explanitory taken from a song - not my original work - giving credit to Fuel |

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