Standing there,
with the feeling of longing,
hypotonized,
so irresistible,
it almost seems like a sin,
to not accept,
with the sinister smile,
and jet black hair,
that fall on his eyes,
like the first snowflakes of the season.
A little imperfection,
a small scar on his nose,
on the left side.
But that little imperfection,
make him even more perfect.
Nobody can pull it off,
except him,
and especially
that sinister smile of his.
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