Holy Fool in 4/4 Time
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What is he? Sango knows. He is a wink for the ladies with death lapping at his hand, sucking on his fingers, nibbling his toes.
He is a pounding heart, a giddy, furious blush, and promises that mean little but hands that say a lot. Sometimes they mean even less.
He is wise and old, ancient and bent beneath only a handful of years. He is clear eyes and an eternity of dying, but not.
He is a bright, carefree smile when all around is perilous. He is pearly white dew drop teeth - lovely, dangerous distractions, all in a row.