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Ode to Him


His eyes are so beautiful, I could stare into them forever.

His lips so full and soft, my favorite to kiss.

His skin so rough, yet pleasing to my touch.

His voice is admired by others, but loved by me.

 

His future so bright, but he can not see it.

He's blinded by the now, attitude reflecting it.

He hurts me, but I love him all the same. 

I need him like the blood rushing through my vains. 

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