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Read Poetry: Jealous, by Zachary Walma

Pretty eyes, pretty thighs, pretty face she never wanted. Forced to live inside an object of desire. Introverted, anxious, and the center of attention. Watched from every side, waiting to be acquired. Wanted, but never loved, by misfortune or chance. … Continue reading

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