1. He is cut not from cloth
But rock,
His mind the same,
All sharp edges and strength.
The one your mother
Warned you of,
He smells of adventure,
Of sweat, sex, and the stars.
2. He is wisdom
That will grow wisdom.
He is a man
And yet a lion,
Bright like spring.
His hard edges
Are softened like any teacher's.
3. Loyal to his bones,
Though he lacks them,
He'll quietly be there whenever
You ever need him,
For anything.
He's always been there
And how could he not be?
He will never die.
4. She was strong.
She was sharp as knife
Yet cut herself.
A warrior armed with words
And armies
She still fades like a flower
Caught in oppressive heat.
5. He is a foal,
A storm in eyes too young.
His spirit boils with rebellion
And cools,
Tempered by time and strife.
He is Atlas,
Straining not against the sky
But the whole universe.
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