I have committed poetry fanfiction. Mea culpa. This is a little piece for Sarah Jane, who recently suffered abuse in a fanfic I wrote. I thought I should let her have her say.
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It's a far cry from South Croydon
But about what she should have expected
He can't get from one end of his scarf to the other without being distracted
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It was her idea to leave
Silicon transgender villains aside
But she may never forgive him for not talking her out of it
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He can't get around her by giving her a crated up K-9
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"Sarah Jane."
She can't stop listening for his voice
She knows no one will ever say her name like he did
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He must be dead
But there's that silly blue box
"Hello, Sarah Jane." He's got the nerve to look younger than she feels
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It is the Doctor. She can tell because she keeps nearly dying. But he will never
ever again
Say her name the way he once did.
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