the swing swung like his hair,
its colour like his stare.
the slide swooped like his nose,
its colour like his clothes.
the sky struck like his mood,
its colour like his shoes.
the stars shone like his smile,
brightly but gone,
and its wishes torn.
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Poets And Punks ; d.h + p.l
Fanfictionin which dan meets phil at a coffee shop. except it isn't the first time.
