The blue haired boy liked setting things on fire.He liked to watch the flames grow from a spark to a soaring wildfire.
The blue haired boy liked smoking.He liked the way the cigarette melted against his lips and the way it made him turn from a fiery particle to a raging inferno.
The blue haired boy was fragile and soft.Soft like the leaves of autumn and a sea of meadows.His soul was a scarlet red,very different from his hair.
The blue haired boy was beautiful and soft.He was made of paper airplanes,scribbles,paint and gold.
The blue haired boy was perfect.He was bloomed onto paper and made to life.
The blue haired boy liked smoking and setting things on fire.So the blue haired boy smoked until his paper lungs lit and crumbled to ashes.
The blue haired boy liked setting things on fire so much,he burned himself.
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Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
