sometimes we drown in our tears
In the vast sea of galaxies
We were blessed with eternal beauty
Yet when I gazed upon him
He had those same melancholy optics
I saw the ocean in his eyes
If only I had stopped admiring his oceans
And leaped in to save him
From the same exact beauty that was drowning him
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