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Sofía Locker Jul 2013
There is a boy,
An average boy really,
Black hair and brown eyes
You would also think, he also had an average soul
Just a plain normal soul

He didn't.
He was extrordinary
Not because of his looks
Or his voice
But for the mytery his smile holds
A smile that you will never quite know
Because that smile
Holds millions of secrets

Waiting to be,
Discovered.

— The End —