[link] Video Project I was working on.


EndSuppose the color, Faded from the world. Suppose the light, Suddenly flickered out. The moon would cast Its eerie glow, Over graven stones Who’s hearts they withhold. Frost will cover Green grass grey, White as snow In an everlasting way. Wind shall tear Every tree bare, A warning sing The end is near. People melt Unto the streets, One shall die At another ones feet. Days still pass Like ages ago, But the end is near And we’re alone.End

btw, mugison rocks! : )
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...the person you love is 72,8% water...
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this is Mohammed: [link]
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REALY GREAT GALLERY!!
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