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Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me…
( It felt like the final nail in a coffin he`d never built. He`d crossed a line here, a line he couldn`t see or remember...a line that appeared the moment he`d opened the box. )
Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: HEROES
Words: 528
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me…
( It felt like the final nail in a coffin he`d never built. He`d crossed a line here, a line he couldn`t see or remember...a line that appeared the moment he`d opened the box. )
Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: HEROES
Words: 528
