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Fire RiverShe is still as the Northern lakes, But river fire flows beneath, Fighting for each breath it takes, Flares through the weakened piece, Where defenses were hammered to breaking. The pent up fire is a blind kind of fairness It burns the hammer, it burns the nail, It burns those who fight and fail. It burns away the cracked ice weakness, Melting and refreezing a stronger cell, Making prison break a flight ill-fated, Doomed like war to ne'er end well, But the fire's hunger is never sated.Fire River
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Softly, SweetlySoftly, sweetly, we curl our souls Next to each other, holding tight To memories you know we can't keep Once upon a time swept off its feetSoftly, Sweetly
Clinging, crying, we lose our hold On this friendship that's no longer right On this love that was put to sleep Still clutching the fleeting summer heat Jealous eyes no longer meet
by ~asleepinthesun
Thanks Given Where DueThank them. Thank my parents, my mentors, the hoards of camp counselors and teachers past. My thoughts are their thoughts. My irony, their irony. This cynicism, their cynicism. God help me, I'm Frankenstein's monster, a composite creature of parts that don't quite fit and were dead before I was born. Cruel creators, what part of myself can I claim as my own invention? It is a curse to be thought creative, when nothing new has ever sprung from the barren grounds of my mind. No ripe fruit falls from these creaking branches, no youth springs from the fountain of my ancient lips. But the eye of the beholder bestows that of which it cannot conceivThanks Given Where Due
by ~asleepinthesun
Story for Matt, part 2"So, what'd you think? That wasn't bad, Draco was way too busy paying attention to that girl to actually bother causing trouble," Harry said as they left the dungeon. "Yeah, it was pretty cool. How long is Slughorn going to look like you, exactly?" Matt responded. "An hour, give or take," Harry laughed. "Unless he's got an antidote, it's going to look like I'm sitting at the high table for lunch!" "Hey, er, I thought I'd take lunch in the hospital wing today," Ron muttered, flushing slightly. "Get Colin to take a picture of Slughorn if you can, okay?" "Alright Ron," Harry said. "Tell Hermione I'Story for Matt, part 2
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Dude. I now have a sig.
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Now if only I could have a Stig.....
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