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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Again, yet more angst (since I'm mostly writing fluff now, I have to get the angst out of my system somehow). So, here it is, a River poem (can there be any doubt?). Enjoy
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Cold.
Dark, cold and empty Black,
Watching me from afar,
It lacks
Nothing but me, all that I see,
Stretching out for forever.
The world mocks me at my back,
Waiting to see my fate,
Waiting for all that I am to show,
The devil in me, all that I can be,
This animal that I have become.
This world watches as I fall,
Judge and jurer of it all,
Waiting, watching for my fall.
What I could be, what I could be,
Drowned in this well of forever.
Level, lost and alone again,
As I wipe these tears from my eyes.
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