What is a dream? Is it a portal to another world filled with strange ideas and creatures? Is it a place for dead things to live once more? Or is it really, simply a vision our minds create based on what we currently feel? You decide.

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HARLEY QUINN!!!!
I'm writing a fanfic about Harley Quinn right now, so that'll probably be the next thing you see up
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I read a short story on fanfiction.net recently and this little poem/free write thingy just sorta popped in to my head:

What happens when the spark is gone,
But love remains?
Does the pain still echo within her heart,
Or even flare up more?
How could it feel to descend from the center of his passion,
To that look in his eyes?
She knows what it means,
But she doesn't want to admit,
That she's lost her touch,
And it's all her fault.
What happens when the spark is gone,
But love remains?
Does he just keep on waiting,
For that day when she smiles again?
How could it feel to descend from the center of her happiness,
To that look in her eyes?
He knows what it means,
But he doesn't want to admit,
That he's lost faith in his own help,
And there's nothing more he can do but wait.
What happens when the spark is gone,
But love remains?
Both of them wait,
For that one day,
When they can take each other in their arms,
And say "I lust for you",
"And I love you just the same".
He waits for the day she smiles as before,
She waits for the day he wants her back
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EDIT I think I'll turn this in to an actual deviation

I'm cleaning up my deviations~

yeah...

Hopefully the story I'm writing will be finished somewhat successfully
Wish me luck!