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Dec 5
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.
Evelyn Rose
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Evelyn Rose  25/F/London
(25/F/London)   
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