Polymid
A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost
22 July 2014
Childish Jealousy
I know that this childish and all around unproductive
sense of jealousy helps
in exactly nothing
But for some reason
it keep coming back to haunt
keeps returning to its previous owner
all around nonchalantly arrogant
and pissed off
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