He was always haunted by the darkness
His nostalgic past was a trifle of hate for most but to poke a bit of fun like a sprite; he was always nonchalant.
Become the dragon my son; not the one who is slaying it.
He is beautiful and yet very creative when he expresses himself and immerses himself into the philosophy of books and what they mean to him.
But maybe it’s wishful thinking that all men are philosophical and innocent.
But can he love after the darkness is replenished with light against his caramel skin and wide eyes???
Become the dragon my son.
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