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Author: jules2206
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-09-03 - Updated: 03-09-03 - id:1253308
There I stand at deaths door,
I glance around to see the red flame,
Then I see your face,
And I forget why here I came.
I see your eyes,
Your smiling sweet face,
I grab your had,
And run away from this place.
The sky becomes that blue once again,
The reality is here once more,
I glance accross at you I wonder,
Why I ever stood at deaths door.


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