
At the end of a rainbow
Spike writes a poem to rarity
Many years have gone since I first saw her. Her beautiful mane swirled as she hummed for herself while decorating. I loved her. From then on, I always tried to figure out a way for her to respond to my feelings. Rarity, this is my last attempt at winning your heart.


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2 Chapters:
- My treasure 2014-07-13 16:58:27 UTC496
- Epilouge 2014-07-13 16:58:49 UTC502