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attempt at poem jealousy has a smell that has lived for two days on the tips of my forefingers and my three thumbs it doesn’t smell like me nor does it have my eyes but it has inherited my obsession over little things its still there between my toes hiding because jealous women are un desirable jealous women are irrational and they never have never will have that thing you want this jealousy of mine smells like garlic and it is worse than a mothers jealousy of her little girls budding life it is so much worse because it leaves this insecure hole of mine gapping like a rape victim and no matter how much soap i use my fingers still smell of garlic so i try to feel better by rubbing them unto the wood of my pencil as i write this p.s. hey you inta yes, im speaking to you with no love i just wanted to tell you that i am no longer nice nice women do not dance with the moon nice ...