“Love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.” Song of Solomon 8:6
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Stale unwanted essence
Seeping grimy through these ribs
Gasping, shallow
Gasping, shallow
Even thoughts are ghostly fingers
Grasping shadows
Shallow, deep
Where the worm eats out the core
Of rotten embers
Rotting deep
Shake it free
The rotten ember
All the stale unwanted grease
Burn the shadows
Burn the shadows
Jealousy is a cruel disease
The Longest Road 
Two hearts I have inside of me
that vie for me and thee
A ruby that has once decreed
I am to let thee be
And angry emerald, dark and green
which lays upon thee lien
Oh mourn this foolishness, I pray
of choosing verdant stone
For I have lost thee in my grasp,
it’s chilled me to the bone
Surrounded though I be by men,
without thee I’m alone.
Oh, how I wish I could go back
and hear that crimsom gem
For if I had, I would not have
to fall into the fen
Where thou art not, nor wilt thou be
to see thy face again.
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Oh my goodness Ian, did you write this?
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I did. Haven’t written in a while though, so forgive my clumsyness.
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Trust me, there’s nothing to forgive. I really like it! Keep writing.
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