im envious of how the sunshine touches your skin,
how the hues of blue, yellow and orange contrast with your glowi'm envious of how your eyes gaze upon stars
how the spark flickers from one diamond to another and back againi'm envious of how coffee makes you smile and lights up your day
how its warming smell always draws you in and makes you come back for more"i'm envious of how she touches your skin, leaving patted traces of fingertips in
your museum of art,
how they seem to have replaced
the love we once had shared."
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