Shania K. Younce
'Envy' - Poem by Shania K. Younce
Lush with green envy and earnest our truest hearts. Death is all sweet with a touch. Laughter as the days roll on by. The nights play out the empty shells to the mind. Insane the moon and stars will combine. Touch the lip with wine and a swig of that sweet champagne, but not a breath of mine. No, one will die.
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