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Liam Blunt

The Sun

the ugly writers
because when it comes to the sun to see its blaze its entrancing beauty its captivating form its comforting warmth its... it hell, it's all so worth it


the ugly writers
But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his She can still see How wonderful he is His face His grace His smile His dimples His mannerisms


the ugly writers
For only through these codes she could speak To someone who's truly angelic


He wasn't that far from her, literally. But there was a wide divide between them. Cannot be crossed. Will never be crossed.