His eyes cried all of their own
An elongated nose sure to have told a road full of stories
Seems these lips have tasted a million-and-one disasters
Plastered over fair unevenly by lacklustre shavings – gray and scattered rather akin to his lifelong movement, empty half-hearted dashes
To you he might mean nothing, but to me he’s pristine

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