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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:26 am
Like a whisper in the rustling leaves of autumn, she calls.
Voicing her echoing sigh of mourning over the dismal chasm of the earth.
Her sorrowful plea cast shadows of decay on all that was once living.
Her pitiful gaze will haunt your dreams and forever scar your mind.
Such saddness cannot be looked upon by the human soul.
The icy fingers of her once thriving body will steal away the life you posses.
For loneliness wallows in her empty grave.
((comments are appreciated, thank you.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 12:40 pm
I think it could use a little work.
for one thing
who was she?
why is she said?
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:44 pm
In the second line...
There's a lot of... "Ing"ing, ya know?
I like the images though. Crazy good.
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