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1d
It’d be a debt of guilt,
To be left untold
Of such a Masterpiece.
Born by the stars,
He possess the title of his destiny.
The Marvellous Soul,
The definition of Perfect.
Not enough the 26 alphabet,
To carve his charm.
For even the Death would yield in shame,
Upon his pride.
For the one who made perfection feel real—this is how I remember you.
Written by
BROKERSHEART  22/F
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   rick
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