yes, it's monotony
there is no thrill
of the chase, no
late night call
that makes you feel
wanted (then used).
Oh, husband,
wherefore art thou?
In the next room
perhaps cooking
my fvaourite meal.
My husband
treats me so good
I take it for granted.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
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