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Your Advisor

Heaven must feel like this
I smile so much that
I can't remember never smiling
Feel like a creeper
So much you are on my mind
As I doodle on my homework,
your name appears.
Vers come into existence
and I want to say them
but sadly, you're a queen to
me, a mere peasant
How can I say something
so emotional
when you may pity me and laugh?
Rejection is your advisor
and you may listen to him.
Perhaps its no longer Heaven but Hell.



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