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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Monday, August 30, 2004. Close my eyes and breath. In the scent of the fire. A powerful scent indeed. Incline to send us beyond our imagination. With the setting sun. The deepening blue sky about us. Queen Iris spreading her arms out. I inhale you into.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Saturday, May 20, 2006. I have discovered immortality. And we have all had it all this while. Posted by Darkschunt : 2:06 AM. I have learnt the secret of the world. And the identity of God. And us and the world. And that is how immortality is to be found.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Thursday, January 27, 2005. A wilting flower casting down its petals. The spiraling of soft green velvet leaves. Like the crumpled pages of old letters. Whose words tell of old loves and griefs. The seeds of time are scattered in the breeze. With you my...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Saturday, February 14, 2004. The Merry-Go-Round of Life. Sitting on the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round of life. Watching familiar faces as you go round and round. As they slip in and out. In and out of your life. Holding on to your unicorn. Was made...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Friday, October 29, 2004. I am so sick. I try to turn and go off. You take my arm. And trip my ankles. And whirl me back around. Of dancing this dance. Is old and tired. I don't want to dance anymore. I want to move to my own rhythm. And change the music.
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The Mercenary The Soul The Fire Welcome to Darkschunt. Fire Poppies Power The Warrior The House The Guardian and The Lover and Grief of Justice of Fire. Tuesday, September 18, 2007. Dame Anita Roddick, the founder of Body Shop has died! That is really shocking. I love Body Shop products, although half the time they're out of my price range. They're also my favourite as gifts for girl friends. I read on StyleBytes. Posted by Darkschunt : 1:28 AM. Comments: Post a Comment. Loves: Red, blood, and red blood.
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The Mercenary The Soul The Fire Welcome to Darkschunt. Fire Poppies Power The Warrior The House The Guardian and The Lover and Grief of Justice of Fire. Friday, August 31, 2007. Some things have happened since the last time I've blogged, not least of all the fact that I have turned 23! Ick That is so old. But the girl who washed my hair at the hair salon thought I was like 18 or 19. Still young. Ha ha, no, it's not as bad as it sounds! I'm probably going to infect everyone there too. Step into the Portal.
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The Mercenary The Soul The Fire Welcome to Darkschunt. Fire Poppies Power The Warrior The House The Guardian and The Lover and Grief of Justice of Fire. Monday, August 06, 2007. Sometimes, you meet the grumpiest bus drivers in the world and sometimes u meet the nicest. Last week, I got on the bus and said hello to the driver, who suddenly leaned towards me and said in a conspiratorial kind of tone: "Did you remember to bring some sunshine with you? Posted by Darkschunt : 12:00 PM. Comments: Post a Comment.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Friday, May 28, 2004. When the wind winds through the sharp switchbacks. In the craggy mountains. And the silence of loneliness. Is broken by the howls of desolateness. I want you to remember. That as the snake turns around. It is still a survivor.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Wednesday, July 28, 2004. Dances before my very eyes. Snow as hard as icicles. Within their world filled with grief. Is so very hard a thing to seek. A cold hard world. Whistle in the wind she does. Call out with his dagger he does. It's a slap of cold ...
