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Gentle hands running down his body,

Tender yet heated kisses first thing in the morning,

Passionate and sweet sensations while making love,

The smell of grass and autumn breeze when I nuzzle his hair,

A little girl with emerald eyes and her Papa's straight black hair,

A boy with the darkest of eyes and his Daddy's messy hair,

A beautiful house away from everyone and everything,

A long and happy life,

With curses and a flash of green light he awakens,

To tear soaked pillow and shattered dreams,

And all because of the Boy Who Should Have Lived.