To the boy I just met.

January 3, 2018

Eyes hard as stone, cold as ice

Fire tasting his skin

He burns in silence

All emotion reigned in

Onyx depths, to clear blue skies

Tangerine deserts

Pierced by his eyes

A passionate cold, a vehement numbing

All the while burning with listless abet

Standing before me

The boy I just met

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