Sunday, July 05, 2009

164 / Guess what's coming to dinner


Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love may it always stay true
This I beg for the second wish I made too
But wish no more
My life you can take
To have her please just one day wake

_battlestar galactica rules.
dismissed.

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