Hey hubby,
Aftermath,
You devalued the entire outburst.
The Glare is rejecting your dignity. It holds on to your upturned dynamic, crashing its pieces in front of our confrontation’s stanza and repeatedly punching your troubling typos in order to escalate another love conundrum out of our rending fight. Afterward, do you think that we are presumably still each other’s sanctuary?

- The Poetic Soul.