Jealousy
Looking through the blood-stained glass shards, that I myself had gouged into my eyes
And every time I closed them to the truth, your silhouette pushed me closer to demise
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G Nathaniel
ignore the angst, the bathos, the pretentious pitfulls. If you read anything, be gentle. I guarantee it makes each word seem loose enough that its weight is left to the imagination :) write on!!
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