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|Necromancer: 09/20/2004 - 12:59 AM |
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stirring up dust and memories the ghost of yesterdays conjured on a current. Swirling about me dancing whispering doubts tangling in my hair. The rustle of leaves once dormant landscape haunts the tentative peace of my present. This frenzied ballet of wind lets you be not gone nor forgotten. |
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