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Author: Aryanda
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Drama - Reviews: 4 - Published: 05-23-06 - Updated: 05-23-06 - id:2179676

Underneath the willow tree

Where you became you and I became me

Underneath the whispering leaves

I believed in magic

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We grew fast and made new friends

But we both would break before we'd bend

So never able to make amends,

I still held onto the magic

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Underneath the football stands,

Where everything discarded lands,

That day my heart crushed in your hands:

I saw you, her, and our forgotten magic

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Do you remember the day I died?

I curled up and hid inside

So you came to me and you lied

Just so I could feel the magic

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Underneath the willow tree

Where I once thought I could be free,

Underneath the whispering leaves,

I am hostage to the magic


Quick Note: she didn't really "die", at least not in the physical sense. And the magic isn't really Harry-Potter type magic. It's something much more real. Love.


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