Zoe Adams Biography

A slow release,
A little break,
Blood flows down,
A crimson snake.
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My feet fall,
Heavy on ground,
No other stirring,
No other sound.
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The little green monster,
Sat on my shoulder,
Watching in angst,
As my peers get bolder.
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I hate the way you looked at me,
I hate the way you stared.
I hate the way you flipped me off like you never even cared.
I hate the way you treated me,
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