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Question: Which version of the song 'Hallelujah' is your favourite?
My Answer: For me it's a tie between Rufus Wainwright's, Kate Voegele's, and Imogen Heap's.
Characters: Cyrus X Mars.
Summary: Forgive me for spamming you with virtual depression, but I wrote this in English a long time ago and thought it suited Mars X Cyrus in an abstract sort of way. I'd like to see the story you build around it.
Just Another Early Grave
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Look, it happened to her like this:
She's a ghost in white foil
That weaves through the tombstones in a graveyard haunt that lasts
Centuries after her pulse fades.
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See, it happened to him like this:
The moon bathes the graveyard in a sea of blue, twisting the trees into abstract renditions of themselves. He wades through the air in a shirt that flutters like wings at his back, haggard and drunk and sailing across the cemetery like a wave-tossed boat on the open sea.
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Look, she told the sea that it happened like this:
The planets lament her loss,
And they drip tinsel-tears as she throws herself before his elegy.
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See, he was telling the sky that it happened like this:
Her name on the stone is like a cannonball to his bow, and he sinks to the foot of her dirge, where he remains.
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'She was just another one.'
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Look, she wrote it like this:
The words leave grave rubbings on her palms,
Telling the story of a man lost at sea,
A ship caught in the cross-fire of stars,
And a sailor choked by drowning instinct.
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See, he wrote it like this:
He puts pen to paper, and saltwater stains the page. The lines sketch the story of a woman with her head in the clouds, an angel caught dallying with a mortal, and a ghost choked by the ozone layer.
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But no matter how it happened,
No matter who was told,
And no matter what it was written as,
There is one common truth between sea and sky:
That she's just another comet screaming his name in the dark,
And he's just another early grave.