*ahem*
He wandered the streets,
chaotic and content,
shattering windows,
destroying the light.
When they called him 'gamin',
he answered with a smile,
an insult,
and a song.
At the doomed barricade
He lifted our spirits,
Beseeched us to carry on,
brought the immortality and recklessness
that only he could bring.
He was there to replenish our supplies,
replenish our hope,
dance between the bullets as if there were none,
Taunt the foe with music of mockery.
When he fell, it was only to rise again,
and when he really had fallen,
it was only to prove to us
that we could too.
Justice for Gavroche.
-Jehan Prouvaire
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Jehan Writes Poetry
Poetrymostly sad poems about character deaths---- from les miserables *READ THE BOOK FIRST!* DO NOT READ THIS WITHOUT HAVING READ/WATCHED LES MIS no valvert ew no no noncanon ships (Enjoltaire is canon *have you read the book?*) jehan prouvaire writes som...
