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Red zealous.
The sharp remarks
and harps are just a
woman’s jealous drip,
methodic as
this fairytale quixotic.
It unfolds
my chances
bright
with promise
while I witness
rigid fingers
letting slip your life.
You see, it’s time
that proves your enemy
but foolishly you tug it’s
blanketness
begrudge and
blame ‘lang sine’
or take it out
on me.
