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The Past Him

His voice was like a predators growl
Rough and loud
Yet calming somehow
He said his words proud
The hair on his head
Used to be black
Now it burns of bright red
If only he would change it back
And oh, his smile
It was like the sun
The rays of it went on for a mile
It made darkness run
Happiness was all I saw
He was a part of me
Written by GinaKuhns (Celestiales Amor)
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