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Jealous

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Irrelephantlovesyou

Published: Nov 19, 2011

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_{She danced in the streets

And sang on the subway.

People had every right

To be jealous of her.

[For we rarely find a person

Who is so alive]}

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stickygirl999

Nov 19, 2011

Nicely done.

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