I have committed poetry fanfiction. Mea culpa. This is a little piece for Sarah Jane, who recently suffered abuse in a fanfic I wrote. I thought I should let her have her say.

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It's a far cry from South Croydon

But about what she should have expected

He can't get from one end of his scarf to the other without being distracted

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It was her idea to leave

Silicon transgender villains aside

But she may never forgive him for not talking her out of it

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He can't get around her by giving her a crated up K-9

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"Sarah Jane."

She can't stop listening for his voice

She knows no one will ever say her name like he did

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He must be dead

But there's that silly blue box

"Hello, Sarah Jane." He's got the nerve to look younger than she feels

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It is the Doctor. She can tell because she keeps nearly dying. But he will never

ever again

Say her name the way he once did.

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