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Rating: T for death and slash

Ship: Harry/Draco


Buried In the Ground

By DeliciousNewYork


A young boy loved. Hated. hope

At times he found it hard to cope.

The black raven of his hair

The emerald eyes out of which he'd stair

Met those of someone new

The eyes of which were blue

Violent was his tone

Not for evil but for being alone

Together they could not be

So at night the two would flee

To a dark soft place

To stroke each other's face

But soon the time would come

When a funeral march would hum

Found by family and friend

Through those they loved their love would end

At night still they meet

Souls traveling rivers, fields and street

Listen for songs of the sound

Of the dead boys buried in the ground.


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