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Envy

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Jade invades your narrowed eyes
Lashes from a forked tongue
Not only those that you despise
Are the ones that end up stung

A seed so small the vine is born
In your heart it twists and bends
From it grows the sharpest thorns
That can bite your closest friend

To your mind the vine has grown
Its wicked thoughts are your obsession
It suffocates until you own
The other's beloved possession

When you're filled with blind desire
Your heart burns with emerald fire





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