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I think I found Jim Hawkins.

He wasn’t a regular specimen of a boy, he was a rarity and I could feel the sun and stars and everything in between when he looked at me. 

He was nothing but a stranger

Yet somehow his face felt familiar 

There was a song in his eyes 

But I fail to recall the words 

For he's stolen every thought that has ever bothered to exist from my head

It was quite evident that adventure wasn’t a question but a lifestyle 

And as he smiled it was as if it were a dare to join him 

Even though it was a first look 

Quite possibly the last 

I considered 

The moment between us grew fatal 

Still, we linger until death

Then I began to wonder what novel did this character run away from?

 

🌷(6)

◄ Ooh Child.

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