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[bodytext] => Her seeking hands curiously caressed scorched edges of pitch black box, admiring mysteriously, carvings burned into the walls, searching her hands over them excited her heart, brought forth disgust at the regularity of life. Both naive hands gripped the furiously burdensome lid. Once the seal was broken the ancient oak suddenly exploded with godly fury, rushing a pressured wave of stale air bathing the now tainted youth. Surging rivers of darkness flowed, seeped into the cracks of the hefty Greek banquet hall, choking flames on their life giving torches. With absence of reverberating evil came solitude, evil abandoning the prison it longed release from. Feeling rancid, her muscles pushed up bile, her last putrid meal, staining her white teeth with pink acid. She stared; dry heaving, at the ruins of the area. White strains of milky smoke seemed to envelope her in a new, indescribable feeling, like a blanket of rabbit furs hewn by wrinkled hands, over her frail body. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 42 [informant] => livinsociety [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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