Jealousy - Poem by Liza Sud
I don't like anything to do.
But I love only jealousy.
Who in the train was touching you&
Tell straight for my appeasement please!
That you write SUCH things to him 3 days,
and cannot tell it to the end!
only those moments - will you hear? -
I want them to repeat myself!
Together we would have felt bored -
when there is no third part so far -
and out of rage for him to burn -
for out of me the stolen love!
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