I hear your
Smile from across the room
And turn to see
Your laughter
Spilling all over
Like markers
Easily on a white page.
Your thoughts
Are ART,
Connecting and creating
In a way that
Confuses convention
And outwits the water
Who drowns
Originality.
Original Gangster,
You are your own.
But mine, all the same.
And guess who I love.
C'est toi.
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