The Midnight Boy

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He was 5'5

And could kill

With a look

But when he was angry

She could read him

Like a book.

His eyes held an ocean,

His smile held the moon,

The light that it casted

Could fill up a room.

He loved

Deeply and rarely

And fell

slow and hard,

His hair was dark

Like ravens

And his heart

Was deeply scarred.

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