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A Slashy Bedtime Prayer
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Originally published c. 2001.
Now I lay me into bed,
with slashy thoughts all in my head,
and should I die while in the sack,
I pray that God will send me back,
‘cause I don’t want to die, dear Lord,
with so much slash still unexplored
and ridiculed by canon fans
who never seem to understand
that true love lies between two souls
without the rules that gender holds.
Love is blind and love rules all
so if by chance my soul you call,
please let me stay on Earth for now
...’cause I’m no angel anyhow.


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