10-06-2003, 04:27 PM
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Jarvey
Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Somewhere
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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