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My hero is

Black hair, or maybe brown-blonde

Smaller eyes that analyze, or wide ones that compare

A smile that's morphine to anxiety

And a galaxy locked up in their head.

Few times have they shown me their world

Because that kind of honor is like

Swearing your life away to them

Like a secret to be kept.

You must only glimpse the stars that

Shine in their eyes because they are

Reflections of the supernovas in their heart

That can entrap you.