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For a while she wondered Why it was all so easy before; Flour on the table Coffee in painted cups Hand in hand Hearts beating softly Bed always made Until they un-made it in wild throes of passion. She wishes someone told her how the hours between sunset and sunrise stretch impossibly long when Home starts to feel like a house. Suddenly Husband and Wife are now man and woman, strangers sitting tensely on a park bench wondering if the other harbors dangerous intentions or if they’re safe here. Irrationality and Reaction knock at the door together and throw it open without waiting. She turns her back on their guests and for a while she wonders why it was all so easy before.
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Home At Lost
For a while she wondered Why it was all so easy before; Flour on the table Coffee in painted cups Hand in hand Hearts beating softly Bed always made Until they un-made it in wild throes of passion. She wishes someone told her how the hours between sunset and sunrise stretch impossibly long when Home starts to feel like a house. Suddenly Husband and Wife are now man and woman, strangers sitting tensely on a park bench wondering if the other harbors dangerous intentions or if they’re safe here. Irrationality and Reaction knock at the door together and throw it open without waiting. She turns her back on their guests and for a while she wonders why it was all so easy before.
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
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