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Roses are red, violets are blue, i think love is a disadvantage, but i'll make an exception for you -SH

Roses are bloody, violets are blue, people have died, but that is what people do!

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Roses are red, my scarf is so blue, i don't have friends, my only is you (a.n:// omg so sad)

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Roses are red, violets are blue, lok at this live, I.O.U

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Do not stand at my grave and weep, i am not there; i do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, i am the diamond that glints in snow, i am the sun on ripened rain, i am the gentle autum rain.When you awaken from the morning's hush,i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling rush. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand on my grave and cry, i am not there; i did not die.

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Closer to the edge i crawl, finally ready to make my fall.I look down below to you, imagining your eyes, forever blue. I can feel the tears before  they roll, on my heart you've taken toll. You make this harder than it should be, all because you have my heart and you have me. Be strong, my soilder, i know it's in you. Never to give up,to always be true. Do not cry, my friend. For nly me is the end. For you a new life is on dawn, all i can say is: Goodbye John.

I'd never guessed you'd wait for me, i'm not used to love, anone can see. I never guessed i'd hurt you this way, yet you still waited day by day. After three years i lost my mind my motivation grew hard to find. It was then i reaslised what i did wrong, but maybe i knew it all along. In that moment i crawled back to you, crying was something i did not expect you to do. You yelled at me, your heart i shattered, but in the end, that hardly mattered. And now i am glad to be back on your arm, i know, my soilder, you'll keep me from harm. Now i promise, this life i will never leave. And after all this time Sherlcok Holmes you still believe. Around my life you're silently curled. And now it is just you an me against the world.

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A poem for fandoms

Merlin is over, hogwarts to. Sam and Deans battle, is almost through. Donna is gone, and the ponds are as well. John is sad, because Sherlock fell. In case you were having, a good sort-of day. I wrote this poem, to chase it away.

Some princes marry wizards, there's nothing wrong with that. An angel can fall for a hunter, there's nothing wrong with that. An army doctor, and an consulting detective, could live a quiet, normal life. And then in a time long ago, a hobbit could learn to love a dwarve despite their ego. In all these stories, there's one thing for sure. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, but forever it be true.

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Consulting dectives stood on a wall, consulting detectives prepared for the fall. Not much longer to stand on this wall, only a moment to make a call. Do it to save them; do it for John.Step out into space,feel the wind, then you're gone.

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