10-06-2003, 05:27 PM
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#6 (permalink)
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Location: Somewhere Join Date: Mar 2003
Posts: 627
| A Dementor
A Black moving mass,
skating across the cold ground,
a cloak trailing behind,
a cold breath,
it lowers its hood...
Now you are nothing,
but a body,
you feed on feelings,
like the ones,
who did this to you...
You are a black moving mass,
skating across the cold ground,
your cloak trailing behind,
you let out a cold breath,
you lower your hood... |
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