He held his stare with strangers that turned out to be friends; In dim lit rooms of teenage parties, that never seemed to end. Burning like warm candles in winter, he lit up worlds within others; And set fires to those he called his brothers. And by the mist of light that shone through the room; He was all that he wanted, just far too soon.
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