A/N: Meh. I know I should be updating Dark Shines or Resistance right now, but I think my busy life has put me on hiatus... . Anyway, this is a bit of a crappy sonnet I wrote about a year ago about B. I say crappy because it was written a year ago.
Beyond Birthday is cunning and vile,
His mind and his eyes play a crucial part.
He plots, plans, and ponders all the while
As he finds his own truth and breaks apart.
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He wants to live and go far past,
If the original can't solve his case.
Though his mistake gave him many a cast,
He wanted to forget those days with lace.
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He stumbles through the webs he himself wove
And does not see her part in his own game.
She is the original's treasure trove,
Soon to be his ultimate cause of shame.
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When he does not die of immolation
Then what becomes of L's inclination?