A/N: This is my first Buffy fanfic poem so I hope it's good.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
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Pale skin,
Cold as death,
Shines in the moonlight.
He looks to the stars,
Thinking of her.
Thinking about how much he loves her.
She deserves more than him.
She deserves picnics in the afternoon sun.
She deserves a family.
She deserves more than this.
This undead man.
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