Like other challenges, this is a grab bag roulette. This one is for the seasons of Autumn (Fall) and Spring. Fic of all types set in the Doctor Who, Torchwood, Sarah Jane Adventures, K9 and Company Universes are all acceptable. Slash, het, gen. You write it, we want it. Any pov is fine. Fic must be a minimum of 500 words. Non members are as always
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III
Since we're not young, weeks have to do time
for years of missing each other. Yet only this odd warp
in time tells me we're not young.
Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,
my limbs streaming with purer joy?
did I lean from my window over the city
listening for the future
as I listen with nerves tuned for your ring?
And you, you move towards me with the same tempo.
Your eyes are everlasting, the green spark
of the blue-eyed grass of early summer
the green-blue wild cress washed by the spring.
At twenty, yes: we thought we'd live forever.
At forty-five, I want to know even our limits.
I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somehow, each of us must help the other die.
1974-1976
Twenty-one Love Poems - Adrienne Rich - The Dream of A Common Language.
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