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Orange
Orange, the color of her hair.
Orange, the color of his hair.
Together seems their destiny, but alas it wasn't meant to be.
Nothing but an illusion.
That protective glare with a thrust of sword,
Her attacker cowardly flees into the night.
The billowing cape shielding at her most vulnerable.
That sweat she trickles down her forehead while healing him
Protecting him in that barrier of second life.
Nothing, but a dangling string
Pulling at the hearts of lovers, hopeful boys and girls.
For no one seem more matched to me.
A whisper, a heart, a swish
Gone, now no more, the love we dreamed.
A color not just enough red.
Orange, a color of autumn,
The color of dying strength
Orange, the color of his hair
Sad, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.
Nothing but a dangling string
Pulling at the hearts of lovers, hopeful boys and girls.
Alas,
Lament the fact that they are not meant to be.
Ichigo and Orihime,
We salute you.
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