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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
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Poetic Rantings
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http://surf.to/damage_inc
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damage_inc@disinfo.net
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===============================================================================
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Eyes of Aquila.
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Arctic air being blasted downward by strong northern winds as a cold front
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moves in. Yet you're still warm. You're still who you are... who you've
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always been. Still someone with a heart I admire... and want to imagine.
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Warming...
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With eagle eyes you watch from above... observing the situation... studying...
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analyzing and disseminating information. Your eyes and mind dissecting anything
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and everyone. With eyes of wonder like the Argus, watchful and noticing. Yet
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you are calm and easy... and your eyes are not menacing. Ever so pleasant to
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imagine... with such beautiful imagery in my mind... dancing.
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Imagining...
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Soothing eyes and gentle words with a calming effect that are melodic in tone.
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Poetic without effort, even over the incessant noise and the room's constant
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drone. Always so insightful, with wisdom that forces me to think. Always
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compassionate, never allowing me to fade... never allowing my spirit to sink.
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From the crevasses of your mind, I could drink.
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Soothing...
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My thirst is quenched and you feed me thoughts to contemplate. You are well
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worth the price of admission, to get to know... trust and wait for fears to
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abate. You've softened me without harming or weakening. Knowing that, I look
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forward to all the future encounters we may have... and what they might possibly
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bring. In Winter's darkness and discontent you are my Spring.
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Softening...
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A gentle soul that can see right through me, leaving me vulnerable... but not
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alone. All of the advice you've given me, all of the pieces, layers and levels
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of yourself you've shown. I'm thankful... grateful beyond measure. Just
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reading your thoughts... gives me such great pleasure. Your very existence is
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something I truly treasure.
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Opening...
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All that I know of you can't be put into words, and yet I still know there's so
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much more. So intricate, complex... so deep... you'd take a thousand years to
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explore. With words that sustain and satisfy me... knowledge and interest of
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things that never cease to amaze... you're more than these eyes can see.
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Without judging, your eyes once more cast their hypnotic gaze. And once more
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we meet and converse in this strange, electronic place.
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Deepening...
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Written by BLACKENED / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2001.
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- Dedicated to Aquila. You are all those things, and more. You're also a
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true friend that I trust and care deeply about. I can no longer imagine not
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having your friendship, since I value it so very much. I treasure your
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existence immensely. Thank you for the encouragement, advice, inspiration and
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all of the other things you've done for me. ;)
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