Logic and thinking is what he does,
no family no friends,
candy's a must.
His habits are bad,
his tooth is quite sweet,
he never wears socks or shoes on his feet.
wrote down his name,
sealed his own fate,
counting his time,
twenty-three days.
I saw him smile,
once apon a time,
winning at games,
and solving a crime.
But now he's gone,
just memories remain,
i'll think of him always in sunshine or rain.
His loose white shirt,
and black long hair,
his dark wide-eyes,
did anyone care?
And even now,
with everything done,
I always smile,
at the fact that he won.
Checkmate.
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