Spike's p.o.v
I nail myself to a wooden cross.
I am full of regret, remorse, and grace.
Her face fades in and out of view.
Her few spoken words seal my
fate.

Spike's p.o.v
I nail myself to a wooden cross.
I am full of regret, remorse, and grace.
Her face fades in and out of view.
Her few spoken words seal my
fate.
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