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He's like a sky,
Unpredictable,
One time he was smiling,
And when there was no sight of his friends near him,
He put that poker face,
Letting up the walls he made.

He's like a sky,
You can understand him if you're an expert weatherman,
When he was smiling shyly while looking down,
He brought an expression to my everyday blank face,
Turning my usual straight line lips into a wide curve line. 

-a.

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