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His gentle laughter Heart-warming touch Innocent smile Eyes that dance Wise beyond his years; Yet childish as well Growing up in a harsh world Until we've met
saintly at a Saint's college, theY wEre to be at, Being at the same halls anD. the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,   Part bY part. thEy fell apart,
He can never be predicted He even brings the mighty king's down from their Thrones   He is never impressed by their Titles the king's get or for the Status these earthly king’s hold.  
A stone so blueA Sapphire or soA doubt a soFor she, lovedThe colour of lavenderYet as oneWas she, also to be
People come Like, comment, share And go   But forever His mind And heart Is for Her   His life Wants to Go away With Her And run Away too
The head of a watermelon The hands of an ape The mind of a homo sapien The heigth of a giraffe The wideness of a praying mantis The mouth of a fish The eyes of a flounder The hair of a whale
Type. Just type. My fingers dangle above the keyboard, Splashing each word, verb, sentence- That comes to mind.  The words are like snow to me: Soft, Delicate, And pure. 
If I can take a look into my past
Why do you ignore me When I know that in your heart we both believe in love? Why do you forget That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone? Why do you hurt When you see this blood and rage?
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