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Dark blood curdling maroon. Tuesday. 2.24.09 5:29 pm I avoid your glance. Your stare. Your mocking, cat-eyed glare. I step back. I turn around. I walk from where you stand. Envy. Envy. Envy is a death note. Envy was a dead man's stare, that now releases an empty void. Think. Speak. Act. Your somber voice is now an echo. Your spiteful judgments are bogus. As I leave you here to rot within your retired compost. 0 Comments.
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