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Post by CryWolf on Jan 10, 2006 22:19:09 GMT -5
Flints pounded on the Earth. Pistons churned like rushing water, flooding the lands as he made his entrance. Thorns clamped to his head, being pulled back by the wind as he galloped. Optics scanned around looking for something, but yet what was the something.
Tassels of dark chocolate blew behind him, like flames burning on a branch being pushed. Reoccurring sounds of screams rang in his thorns. Why did it have to be this way? Why can't the problems go away? He drowns in his dreams An exquisite extreme I know He's as d.amned as it seems More heaven than a heart can hold And if I tried to save him My whole world would cave in Just ain't right Oh and I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful Such a beautiful disaster Optics scanned the world around him wearily. Looking still and not about to give up, like all the others, though it seemed most times he had to. Flints scratched and still pounded on the lithosphere, white foam beginning to form on his back. Breaths became shallow, but did he give up, no not this time. [/color] ((It kinda sucks...))[/right]
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