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fulseldenI WROTE BUFFY! Which was only the show of my heart for the latter part of my adolescence. quinara, I blame you and Spike. Also, insomnia.Though the blame for my lol!villanelle rests with me and my reliance on esoteric stanzaic forms.
Series: Buffy (yeah).
Rating/Warnings: G. Poetry!fic.
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She leaves a rim of lipstick on her glass
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She runs down tarmac under streaky light
She jerks out of her death and into farce
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight.
She grabs a cellphone, keys, the likely right,
She leaves an ex behind to hold the pass.
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She held her little sister, held on tight
White fences and the long green lines of grass
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She leapt straight down and shattered into light
She opened up her knuckles after class
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She spears her pancake and she takes a bite
She moves through dust clouds and the thud of bass.
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
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Date: 2010-09-26 07:10 pm (UTC)No worries!! Good luck with the boxes...