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Vegeta
by Haven
There he is....
the man is black
As i gaze at him again from my window. I have done this many days now. Wondering...
Why is he so cold....
Why do his eyes seem evil?
When to me the represent a different light
I dare not tell him the way I feel, for i fear he will laugh
yet I know he won't because....
I have caught him once or twice gazing at me before in the same manner
So in his heart...hopefully
He loves me as much as i love him..
