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Walking On Water The ocean moved so slowly as she gazed at it. Time slowed with each wave that was born, lived, and died within the seconds that felt like minutes. The seagulls chirped, singing out their foreign songs. And oh, how she wished to join them! To spread her wings and fly away with only songs of love in her heart. But the only songs she knew now were melancholy. Every time she laid her hands on ivory keys, or she opened her mouth, only sorrow was played, such sorrow that made even the most joyful hearts feel saddened. Her cuts and bruises stung, a memory of the love she thought existed, but doubt had clouded her mind. How childish of her!Walking On Water by ~Christene-Half-Angel
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Angelus: Dear Buffy. I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards.
Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Angelus: Lacks... poetry.
Spike: It doesn't have to. What rhymes with lungs?