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I want to fall in love with a revolutionary.
His eyes will be made of night, and his mind of pieces of history.
His skin will be of canvas paper, and his inken fingers will begin and end the chapters of his life upon his skin.
He will smile a broken smile, and he will laugh like thunder.
He will make his days and control his nights.
The boy I love will create the man he wants to be.
I want to fall in love with a revolutionary.
He will conquer mountains and skyscrapers alike. He will let no man be his master.
He will set the world aflame with words alone, and he'll freeze oceans with mere a thought.
My dear-revolutionary-heart will carry a sword made of thought, and tools of invention.
He will burn it all down, with out ever having lit the match.
He will change it all, from where he stands.