Measuring immortality

I casted my green eyes like a pair of dice
and when they stopped rolling they looked at immortality.
They had measured and dressed her with green,
thus making her jealous, smaller and ashamed at a great cost,
costing my immortality. The cost for measuring, dressing
and even giving a simple look to immortality
so that she too can stare is but death!

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