029 -- dictated;

[breakmychest]

[Spike's been feeling kind of down, lately. Down enough that he's drinking in the Death Match as opposed to in his usual Caritas haunt. He doesn't really want to run into people he knows.

After a while, he opens his journal and starts talking into it, looking at his drink as opposed to the book itself.]I've been a full year here now, so it seems

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[eat_me_beat_me]

And here I though I was the only poet in town.

[breakmychest]

I'm not a sodding poet, not by choice.
The castle's gone and molded my new voice.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Sorry Spike, she's cracking the fuck up, now]

You mean this is a loss?!

[breakmychest]

Oh, laugh it up, it could happen to you.
I don't deserve what it has put me through.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Hey, I wouldn't complain
As a wordsmith myself
I can't feel your pain

[she's still chuckling, over here]