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it is not my shame
for i am proud of love
nor is it my fear
that rises above
above my wings
that ache your name
above my eyes
that avoid your gaze
the one they long for
When I sit in school,
I want to fly away.
Up to the stars,
To soar past Mars,
I'd like to leave and play.
This class is dumb,
My brain is numb,
My eyes are going blurry.
My pen is dead,