R.A.B.
Gray eyes Staring into one's soul as if they are searching for your core Black hair as dark as a starless night sky Pale skin like porcelain but not in a way that breaks But in a way that cuts your skin and makes you bleed dark red One boy With the power to destroy me But I don't feel frightened I feel intrigued Curious I want to see what that porcelain facade hides What is it that lies behind those gray eyes
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