ed sheeran

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A/N: I wrote this when I was like 14, and I thought it was HILARIOUS, so I'm sharing it now, especially because I'm turning 18 this October.   I wish I was 18, or at least 23
There is no silence, I will keep following the sirens I can't breathe At least, I don't feel like I can I don't know why Tin wind chimes used for doorbells
Ed has a soul made of wisps of love and kisses. His hair is a fiery orange making +’s and x’s as they cross. Sheeran is his last name because a she always runs in his songs.
Alas, Through the gentle haze Of the computer screen that separates I see thy perfect face.   The quaft hair, Of fiery orange, Perfectly perched Atop thine head.  
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