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his eyes

His smiles
Give me butter flies
His eyes
Make me fantasize

His snazzy sleek hair
Just gives that flare
His simple grin ,his sheer stare 
Just Makes him an extraordinare

His every apperance
Is like the first florence
And his presence 
Spreads luminescence

He is flawless even in perfects
He is a drug that infects
He cordially infects intellects
For Benediction is what he reflects


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