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Post by lucy on Jan 28, 2005 16:24:22 GMT -5
Im calling can you hear me?
The angels will stear me
To your door
Im so sure
The night
is the brightest! Daring not to take off her shoes as the thousands who used to wonder this beach on long summer days. Hand in hand with lovers, children and friends. She felt the soft splatter of oil, spoiling the sand and sea, which lulled waiting upon the shore, clawing the beach waiting to drang in more victoms... |
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Post by tainted on Feb 14, 2005 20:34:07 GMT -5
.To scream In pain.
The right to say that you have been bitten by this tidious beach is a word of choice..though to Adreana it was a word of truth...being struck by a wave and being pulled into the ocean or sea, fighting to prevent yourself from being killed.....it was an ongoing battle untill that raging sea got the best of you or vis versa.
.Life on the wild Side.
Though Adreana was wild, she acted like there was no fear in the world for her...but to have this happen was freaky indeed...though struggling to get 'er breath and bring 'erself to the thin line between the ocean and sand was hard...
.Can she make it.
Puhing up 'er arms and pushing with 'er legs she tried to bring 'erslef clear of the water before the waves started crashing again....but as 'he was so close to the edge a wave of ten feet crashed over 'er head..plummeting 'er into the water over again...nearly out of energy and everything Adreana could not hold on much longer and needed help....
.Can you save her. |
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