What is jealousy, Beloved? My eyes can’t see Things clearly, you said. Drop your glasses, Beloved. They fog up and blur, I said.
When you’re jealous, Beloved; Love looks ugly.
Jealously
graphs of my Universe
graphs of my Universe
What is jealousy, Beloved? My eyes can’t see Things clearly, you said. Drop your glasses, Beloved. They fog up and blur, I said.
When you’re jealous, Beloved; Love looks ugly.
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