Poem -
The Enigma
His eyes tell a story,
that no one call tell,
his lies and his cries
are hidden in hell,
hes shifty but swift,
charming and sweet,
his stare is a gift,
when your eyes meet,
he speaks with sincerity
and uses slang well
his voice is a blanket
with grammar that that's bang on the bell.
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