| Subject: .|.how nice it is to see you.|. |
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mirage of dreams
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Date Posted: 09:53:26 08/04/02 Sun
In reply to:
Fajarah
's message, "..hell's angel.." on 22:14:56 08/03/02 Sat
.|.thorns swivel. a presense known so well, but hadn't been felt in so long. crania shifts, lantern's candle-lit light casted 'pon shore, falling 'pon dame. ah, yes, grayen. i know he left, i care not o' him. i regret the things and the pain he sent me through, but i'll never forget you and Caliph. never. hate me if you wish, but i'll never return that emotion t'wards you. limbs rythmically stretch and pull, form nearing dame, daughter. 'tis ok, isn't the first time to be left behind, but this time i was prepared. limbs movements come to their end, halting. thorns swivel, razors embedded few feet 'way. how i've let you down, and now i pay. i shall leave you be, for i'm sure you want nothing to do with me, wishing not to see me. i'll be here, if you change your mind. and if i'm not, sorry to let you down again. spins 'round 'pon glass-like razors, slinking 'way t'wards no destination. where was a true place for dame? no where. there's no turning back, for i wish not to see the past. damn all o' them besides my young. thorns entwine within mangled tresses, plume plastered with mud and burrs, riding 'long 'pon fingers o' the wind. so many mistakes, and no matter how hard dame put it behind her, the more it ate 'way, feasting like the pig it is. grayen. optics glaze o'er, trying to block emotion, yet anger seeps through, barrier no good. banishes memories, the hate and anger too much. limbs stretch and pull, slinking 'way, liquid weighed down by bricks, unusual stiff movements. inhales deeply. pause. release. whatever time holds within grasp, lets go, i'm ready.|.
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