Strange I know this feeling.
How old yet somehow still so binding;
never tiring of gripping my heart:
thrown into an unexpected fight
inside me.
Yet tonight my eyes
see faintly through
the foggy emotion,
and I will soon sleep –
perhaps not well.
Jealousy.
How old yet somehow still so binding;
never tiring of gripping my heart:
thrown into an unexpected fight
inside me.
Yet tonight my eyes
see faintly through
the foggy emotion,
and I will soon sleep –
perhaps not well.
Jealousy.
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