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After I found her in our house I burnt it to the ground one million times over. That place built for you with mine own cells. Created with lavender walls and rose petal front doors, and you hiding her among the weeds. Constructing a home out of paper airplanes and coloured ties. My heaven, and yours, frolic in the garden. When I found her in our home, our home became a house. Her body more than this mattress fills. Her perfume swells the vents. This house comes alive with her prowess. And I hate it here. When I found her in my house all Hell erected beneath me. oh, the futility trying to **** someone who is already dead to you.
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
Our House
After I found her in our house I burnt it to the ground one million times over. That place built for you with mine own cells. Created with lavender walls and rose petal front doors, and you hiding her among the weeds. Constructing a home out of paper airplanes and coloured ties. My heaven, and yours, frolic in the garden. When I found her in our home, our home became a house. Her body more than this mattress fills. Her perfume swells the vents. This house comes alive with her prowess. And I hate it here. When I found her in my house all Hell erected beneath me. oh, the futility trying to **** someone who is already dead to you.
-Dead husband, beautiful mistress. -M.C.
#unhappy#marriage#sad#happy#infidelity#affair
molly-valentine
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molly-valentine
18/F/Liverpool
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
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