Him Soft are his pink petal lips as they brush against mine like a warm feather. Blue are his eyes, shimmering oceans in his irises. Dark is his hair, like warm smooth chocolate. And his skin is fair, with a scar for every demon, silver in the light. He is a strange perfection of imperfections, With a hard, ancient soul. He is the cure for a blackened heart, And a brightness in the dark.
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