The fruit of envy
is chaos to many
I heard her mother is Discordia
Amused always by dilemma
She breaks relationships
into very thin strips
Envy is her name,
relative of hate and vain
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
