the ars deo

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his eyes light up when they say her name,
and this spark never becomes a flame.
it's not the same with mine.
i wish i could say that i am fine.
his smile touches my heart
almost as much as my favorite art.
his eyes are bluer when he smiles.
you could see those eyes from miles.
when i leave, i hope he remembers
these wings are made of feathers
that will one day allow me to fly
and that i'll find another guy.
i'll leave my legacy,
full of jealousy.
i'll leave my depression
without discretion.

-java

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