Torchwood - A poem.

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Torchwood.

Toshiko; a sweet flower hiding inside the unopened bud, waiting to release its inner beauty.

Owen; a cocky man, almost too placid and complacent in his local environment.

Real. Everything you see is real. Spaceships, Aliens, everything.

Coffee is Ianto's favourite; coffee, chocolate and Jack.

"Help." The first and last words, death hears until it grips onto you. It follows Torchwood around like a moth to a flame.

Weevils - an alien. Razor sharp teeth against every surface of their mouths. Ready to find the next piece of flesh to devour.

Oblivious to the local people of Cardiff, Torchwood saves them. Premeditated plans of their lives being saved.

Offering to sacrifice your life is not part of the job. If it means saving the life of civilians you must do it.

Dying. It comes in different ways, lengths of time but one thing is for sure. It will come for you, one day.

I OWN NOTHING! IF I DID JACK AND GWEN WOULD BE TOGETHER XD

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 02, 2010 ⏰

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