Surely I can't be blamed
For your misfortune
They will call you superstitious
Probably a coincidence
But I really couldn't help it
You could find it flattering if you like
Driving me to the point of madness
Truly this has a just been
A spiritual crime of passion
A ripple on the astral plane
A twinge perhaps, a prick in your side
(but did you feel it?)
The envy from my eye
The jealousy from my heart
Like a throwing knife slamming into the wall beside you
6/2011
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