A poem

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A?N: just a poem abt mattheo

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looking into your deep colorful eyes

theyre brown, but remind me of the skies

back when kites and balloons would bring us joy

untill hagrid will come and take what we enjoy


were all witches wizards and elfs

and now we will take down our action figures down from the shelves

and pack away our toy nerf guns

and trade them in for real ones


for we are at war.

and nothing will be the same as before

My father is to blame,

and im the one to shame


spells casts from left to right as i rush towards her

for theyre after her, my Y/N

limp on the floor she lay

and although i fucking hate it, my loves can not live to fight another day


so neither will i

               - Unknown

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