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[indarktrees]

he is not like the others
he is virtue
and vice
not knowing he is
but clinging on to beauty
not knowing either
he hangs on to instinct
and the strangest voice
in his pretty head
his inner boy
my happiness will one day
crack
like his life
as a snowglobe

except it is filled with sunlight instead of snowflakes
and he is the darkest boy
sitted in the corner
with the prettiest most kissable mouth

i am the girl
who rests his hot head
on my cold hearted bosom

i slowly melt.
into him.