His
His twinkling skin shining with the stars of blemishes, bright, untouched
His bar graphed skin, ready to be checked out, taken out
His mocha fingers knitted-don't let me be alone-in prayer
His bar graphed skin, ready to be checked out, taken out
His mocha fingers knitted-don't let me be alone-in prayer
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This poem is written about a lonely, desperate boy.
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