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Nov 2013
I was never a jealous person
Until I met you
I envy your sheets
That comfort you
In your restless sleep
I envy the sun
That kisses your face awake
In the tired morning
I envy the cold
That settles into your bones
And stirs your blood
I am a jealous person
Because I want to be
Something you need
But I am not
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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   ---, Elizabeth Paxton and AJ
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