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Elisa '03

{ Spuffy-runo. Spike to Buffy. Do I need to say more? }

Going around and around
It’s a sick little carousel
Your wings stuck with mine
You wanna push me away but you can’t
You’re going around. around.
Just like me.

It’s a sick little carousel
A carousel without any angels
With no princess
Decorated with blood
Filled with pain
Painted with tears and the hurt behind ‘em

I can see you, pretty.
With your lip split and bones broken
I can feel you, pretty.
Hear you, know you.
In the crazy carousel,
Where you can start new but end up the same.