Possessive

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She comes along and grabs your jacket things,

Why does my heart tighten and sting?

Another girl comes and says hello,

Quickly wondering between friend or foe.

You say she’s not pretty; I do believe-

Somehow I sigh due to relief.

I try not to be expressive,

For I have no right to be jealous possessive.

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