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Old May 15th, 2006, 06:31 PM  
Join Date: March 20, 2005
Location: Inbetween the rain drops
Age: 26
Default terreheuvickysye

From the cries, were empty stares. The silence filled the vacant minds of the wounded dead. And from the touch of only their creator, a speck of dust was their flesh. A tired hand slowly dies as the moments finish out the rest.
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