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Post by twilightblade on Oct 27, 2006 13:59:39 GMT -5
Etched in fiery ribbons, the water droplets die, building crystalline tombstones, meant to delight the eye.
Sun touched sky banners, being burned alive. Like phoenix from ashes, so quickly they revive.
Fading crystal streamers, drift away as pure mist. Floating bits of undead life remaking, sunlight kissed.
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