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He wears a yellow t-shirt,
Covers delightment to a heart that was hurt;
He dress in matte bell bottoms,
Walks in green converse,
He put chains to our misery,
Gives a purple hue to our empty universe.
He puts on a stripe beanie,
Granting our hopes like a genie;
His long hair has highlights,
Calmness in color.
In his floral punny pack
full of cool surprises,
He showed us hope and gayness;
He gave us a pastel bucket hat,
Gifted us a cotton sweatshirt
that excretes warmness.
He tied a bow tie of confidence
to our endless 'if's and 'but's,
He's a messenger of healing,
Gives us earbuds
that consoles our heavy feeling,
He let us use his groovy skateboard,
He never let us gets bored.
He's the aviator of hope,
He's the bomber of sadness;
He takes us to a lively denim shop,
He's our light of sunshine and hope.
–written by minnaya34
Credits to the Title: Stephanie F.
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Poetry𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 '𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛'; 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝐴 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙...
