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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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