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i remember, O yes its clear in my mind, my eyes were darkened by scales. On that day...I could not even see the sun's rays. i tried to take out my sword to cut through, my tears falling moulding my hands as a cup to catch them they fell into my veins...became my blood. I remember yes,i remember very well. Its as a potrait fresh from an artist's hand, vividly flashing in my mind as if to trace a memory trail, i remember the walls, they were four yes... No...they were round, they sorrounded me. they were sharp. they poked me. i felt them cold.penetrating to my skin but I... I did not want to be part of them you see!. I...I SHREECHED and i SCRatched till there was no more of me. and so i just died...my breath with me still. Then she came, beautiful with her robe swiflty sweeping the floor. She radiated in light, i heard my scales falling loudly on the ground as if disturbed by the pleasure of my sight. She stayed with me throughout the night, The were small, shiny, beautiful diamonds in the sky that were looking at me, i saw them because they were also smiling at me. O yes...(smiling) i said "Hi", they never could respond.It was well. I remember, early, frost kissing the grass. Walls opened as gates, i heard horns singing my praise. This was all new you see, i was whole. she took my hand,then my mouth opened as that of the whale that welcomed Jonah to its belly. I opened, i spoke, it was melody. "Excuse me, whats your name?." "Hope" she said, Hope i repeated. "You...you are hope", then  i cried. Yes, i remember it well.
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Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
HOPE
i remember, O yes its clear in my mind, my eyes were darkened by scales. On that day...I could not even see the sun's rays. i tried to take out my sword to cut through, my tears falling moulding my hands as a cup to catch them they fell into my veins...became my blood. I remember yes,i remember very well. Its as a potrait fresh from an artist's hand, vividly flashing in my mind as if to trace a memory trail, i remember the walls, they were four yes... No...they were round, they sorrounded me. they were sharp. they poked me. i felt them cold.penetrating to my skin but I... I did not want to be part of them you see!. I...I SHREECHED and i SCRatched till there was no more of me. and so i just died...my breath with me still. Then she came, beautiful with her robe swiflty sweeping the floor. She radiated in light, i heard my scales falling loudly on the ground as if disturbed by the pleasure of my sight. She stayed with me throughout the night, The were small, shiny, beautiful diamonds in the sky that were looking at me, i saw them because they were also smiling at me. O yes...(smiling) i said "Hi", they never could respond.It was well. I remember, early, frost kissing the grass. Walls opened as gates, i heard horns singing my praise. This was all new you see, i was whole. she took my hand,then my mouth opened as that of the whale that welcomed Jonah to its belly. I opened, i spoke, it was melody. "Excuse me, whats your name?." "Hope" she said, Hope i repeated. "You...you are hope", then  i cried. Yes, i remember it well.
nosipho
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South African
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
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