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Nov 2020
I only have looked at him once and I haven't been able to look away,
There was something captivating about him,
Maybe it was the way he ran his hand softly through his messy hair everytime he got nervous,
Or maybe it was the way he bit his lip before throwing his head back to laugh everytime he cracked a joke.
Or was it how his eyes sparkled with innocence and mischief.

He was surely made of a different stardust,
Something rare,
Something special,
Surely God spent a little too much time creating him because theres no other way to explain how someone could be so perfect,
His heart was purer than gold,
And his head filthier than the sewers,
He was the best of both worlds,
And he was mine.
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