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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Just a poem. Lorra lorra fluff n' stuff. Or, whatever. Slightly silee. Or alot. Sorry, I'm sun-wiped
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Is this my lifes culmination?
All I've dreamed of for,
And I wish that I could tell you,
But I'm afraid that its something more.
There's no promise of safety,
In these impossible things,
But I'm I'm willing to find out
What impossible means.
And I wish that it wasn't,
But it is the way of these things,
But until I can face you,
This is what I shall sing:
And I wish I could face you,
So I could push you away,
But I find it impossible,
So this is what I can say:
And I wish I could show you,
All the the reasons to leave,
But I can't even tell true,
All the things that I mean.
Is it so impossible,
To push you away?
But I'm willing to find out,
If your willing to stay.
A/N: Okay, not one of my best. But I just spent eight hours in Splish Splash, get off my back.
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Saturday, August 19, 2006 6:43 PM
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