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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Homeless, the talking skull and the cold maiden went walking. The night sung a thousand songs of wishing, luring them into deep leaves of fatal becoming. And upon meeting the odd figure, it so happened that she became a skeleton and he began to grow an icy flesh. Abruptly stopping, they stared desperately into each other's eyes, and upon parting their lips to speak, escaping silently were a thousand wishes of song.