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The specter of jealousy circles round my heart, black and murderous.
It looms like a bird of prey, waiting for the slightest wavering of my resolve.
I am not blind to the way it manifests in others,
Drawing out the worst in people,
To turn the majesty of Love into a beast of burden.
I resist the dark trick of forever,
The liars chair of false ownership.
I cloak myself in the need for your happiness like a toreador,
Though it is my love for you,
That bleeding fire, that attracts the beast in the first place.

(2014)

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