(un)titled ode XXXV

every time
she smiles
a star
let’s itself fall
from the sky
in jealousy

when she cries
an angel
hangs itself
from the heavy bough
of
the cherry tree

and when
she looks at me
my stomach tumbles
my hands
grow sweaty
the world seems brighter

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