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His smile is an infinite beam of sunlight
Streaming in like water through the battered shattered windows
Warming up the deepest darkest depths of my hollow soul
His eyes saw the world in shades of blue of white
Seeing the smallest cracks while looking beyond the biggest gaps
Chasing out the sickness to make me feel whole
His lips whispered words of comfort to keep me through the night
Wrapping me in oblivion, taking away the horrific burn
The sweet tones made me sign away my heart and soul
His truths patched up the broken wounds, making it alright
The searing pain become a numb memory, something that was never real
His existence ended sadness, his sunshine made me whole
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