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[walkinbackstage]

and when the night was young she'd glance at the moon, hung on the curtain of a setting sun... footsteps pitter-pattered beneath her as visions stormed her head... It went up in flames so fast - she just couldn't smother the feeling~ and as she sat there quivering and watching the blaze she knew wind would spread the fire- leaving barren ashes at

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[anonymous]

That's funny!
Benoît
ps: sheck: bronsted_s_head on livejournal.

[xanthral]

Sounds like the girl was on a path towards an inferno that she could not change. She would glance at the moon and hope for the redemption of old, but knew it would never come. So she follows the warth of her own fate to a demise in a hell she created...