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I hate running

My footfalls, they Were the could-care-less slaps Of a housewife’s plastic slippers Upon her unyielding hardwood floors When she unwillingly gets up from the sofa To open the door For her ugly husband.

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missanthrope

27 / F / Cambridge

Published: Aug 29, 2021
LinesWords: 733

Tags: #running #corona #desperation

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