condemn Cicero there is no saving me she is gone for good 030422 ... Bespeckled I hope you added enough salt to your words. 031114 ... Riddle Me Not I am that which is condemned, to be damned, forever, in the end. You choose to call me, as a last resort, yet I choose to be, the one to retort. Whisper in my ear your dreams, and in my hands appears your seams. A shadow I am, for your eyes to see, guess who I shall try next, to be. 031229 what's it to you? who go blather from