your eyes have an shade of pastels
and i pull in your limb like an nervcell
i love to watch your work , it remind me
of cleverness , kindness and knowledge
and to have you as an carrier
wore such an privilege
an honor
because is was like meeting
a local warrior and the way you treat me
made me stronger and you nothing i ever
color over
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