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[justenoughkill]

Buffy, I um, wrote you a poem. Thought you might want to hear it.

A smile as the sun
distant; radiates beauty
she leaves me burning

I wrote a poem about Angel, too.

There once was a vamp off his wagon
Who thought that he could slay the dragon
He plunged LA to hell
And the rest of us fell
And he'll still lose his soul if you shag him.

Comments

[shotabear]

Well, ain't that sweet.

[backbefore_dawn]

Spike, that's sweet of you. I bet Buffy will love it.

[justenoughkill]

Thanks, Joyce. Means a lot to me.

[large_in_charge]

Wow, Spike, that's touching. Really. Feeling the love.

Maybe you should post them to one of those fanfiction community things. I'm sure you'd fit right in with all the illiterate 13-year-old girls.

[silver_claddagh]

Spike, that's...thank you.

I like it.

[justenoughkill]

Really? You do?

Anytime, Slayer.

[silver_claddagh]

I haven't seen you since..everything happened. You're okay?

[justenoughkill]

Yeah. I'm doing great.

Maybe we should amend that, then. I'm sure any looming apocalypses can wait until after a cuppa tea.

[kelkapour]

Oh my god, you are SO good at writing poems. My boyfriends never write me poems like that. And you write one of those sneeze poems, so you must be really well-read. A haiku!