May 25
He is gorgeous, eyes like pools of stardust.
He is pretty, in a way that defies human nature.
He is kind, in a way that so few ever are.
He is, he is, he is.
He is pretty, in a way that defies human nature.
He is kind, in a way that so few ever are.
He is, he is, he is.
Not a love poem, just something I wrote for a friend.
(14/Gender Fluid/everywhere and nowhere)
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