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