Love left longing
will burn stakes at heart.
— The second face grins.
The first face winces, —
(with such imbalance,
bruised pride,
soaring head,
and twisting tongue)
Damn you green eyed monster
twisting minds tainting white.
Who are you? Are you?
You are not you
what lies beneath my crooked smile
will only spin your thoughts,
blur your eyes,
and flip your time.
Yet chaos will be
for naught when
Emilia’s envy escapes
love left longing.

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