"Dreaming big, as always..."

 I, ah, apparently wrote this back in August 2010. I don't know why or how it was inspired, but, by the title, I do know it is from Balfour's point of view, and most likely to Adamo. It's not brilliant, has no real rhyme scheme or pattern, but that's not how I write poetry anyway. So, here it is, under the cut because of possible suckiness:


( Balfour's poem )

Gold Metal I
Summary: Adamo's hurting. Not because he lost it all, but because he didn't, and the one he loved did.
Warning: Angst. Badly written angst. And drunkenness

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( Sometimes, when he was drunk beyond reason, he hated Balfour's metal hands. )