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Post by scouge on Jun 16, 2009 11:59:26 GMT -5
Dark as the night sky like a ghost that feeds off of the dark clouds that forbod the moon. He looked around. He was bored. He wanted to find a love he had and land but no mare.. He had no life. He lifted his deep craine and snorted to the high skys . (occ still on vaca low muse but i can post way better)
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