Green-eyed or otherwise. What a taskmaster you are. Throat burns. Perched on my shoulder. Slurred suggestions sound better and better with the right tonic.
Jealous
Possessive
Covetous
Nothing short of overflowing can quench the need of the flame to consume. Fire-breather. You call the shots. You take my memory. Make decisions for me. Your well-furnished cell is the biggest room in my head.
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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