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2005-03-03 07:03 am (UTC)
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He closes his eyes. He doesn't want to go.
They
're going to be there, aren't they?
Watching.
Begrudging what time he'll get with her.
Just like the Forest and the icy eyes in the barn. And then - fire.
But she sounds so forlorn - and he cannot say no to her. Not that he ever could.
Not that he ever truly tried.
The song changes, becomes 'What Happens Tomorrow.'
I'll come.
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Watching.
Begrudging what time he'll get with her.
Just like the Forest and the icy eyes in the barn. And then - fire.
But she sounds so forlorn - and he cannot say no to her. Not that he ever could.
Not that he ever truly tried.
The song changes, becomes 'What Happens Tomorrow.'
I'll come.