

PiecesIn the dark recess flitting about like a lazy fire fly. A thought of words burns brightly flaring bright quietly.Pieces
Motes of ideas drift in the recesses of thoughtful halls. Sounds of empty mindless things through the bastion calls.
The Silver sliver glints in the daylight of the opened door. A smith glances at his handiwork and wistfuly wishes for more.
An echoe of the last themes of persistantance finally fade. They are the graves of thoughts, dreams, and memories unmade.
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Check out the scraps folks.[link] Hey, i look at yours!
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"Truth is sharper then any two edged sword. Like such it cuts the careless."-J.R.P. We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
Luciano de Crescenzo
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Hello, you've reached me but you'll never catch me alive
Leave me a message I'll be gone all through the night.
When you face the sun, you will not see the shadow.
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"Truth is sharper then any two edged sword. Like such it cuts the careless."-J.R.P. We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
Luciano de Crescenzo
--
Hello, you've reached me but you'll never catch me alive
Leave me a message I'll be gone all through the night.
When you face the sun, you will not see the shadow.
--
"Truth is sharper then any two edged sword. Like such it cuts the careless."-J.R.P. We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.
Luciano de Crescenzo
--
Hello, you've reached me but you'll never catch me alive
Leave me a message I'll be gone all through the night.
When you face the sun, you will not see the shadow.
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