Jealousy is when one looks away; and then it's at your back again.
you feel the long string off the harp again that it played.
And if i can not kiss those lips, why can't I, should I not?
The large head, upon my slim neck, you said, I remember it all.
...
Jealousy looks away;
and then it's on your back again.
Burning deep holes up inside you again.
You feel the long strings, that twang
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