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Oct 2014
The way he moves
Reminds me of the sea
Steady and sometimes crazy
Never actually blue

His bright eyes
They're wild
Moving quickly
Seeing everything

Blue veins
Fill him up

His rosy cheeks are filled with blood.
When I see him
I feel warmth and the windy sky
Coming over to me
Hugging me tight
As if i was a baby's lost blanket
Found again
Alinne Hayward
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