An angel confesses,
To me no less, I almost laughed at the audacity.
Her hands, little cup of snow, fidgets behind her back,
Her eyes, a rainbow pebble, fixed onto mine.
I said no, I decline,
Cold, blunt, and fast as a knife
that cuts the tension and
Killed cupid.
My eyes, obsidian, fixed onto hers.
A girl, behind the school, I rejected.
She liked me purely with no laments,
But alas, my eyes can't stand
people who have
Bad tastes and
Poor judgment.
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Thanatophobia
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