His Name Is Maxwell

His hair spills around his face like a halo of curls His eyes are dark and careless and captivating They are black holes and I am falling, falling in His laugh sounds like a waterfall Rushing out Spilling out When he laughs his whole body laughs Shaking shoulders Crinkling nose Clapping his hands like he's a goddamn seal His smile is crooked like one  half is smiling and the other half is still deciding if it wants to His smile makes him look childish and unsure He is so fucking beautiful And his name is Maxwell.

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