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Our husband Thou look in my eyes no more I reek of old wine Thy mouth spaketh But thou saith nothing I hear drums Ceremonial beatings Your smile I longed to behold The peepings of the crowds Your attire I longed to touch Favourite of thy bossom I know your heart Belongings of another Stories at the market square Thou findeth thy favourite Old clothes Thou look away Old heart Thou embrace no more Longing afresh a new favourite Welcome Our husband knows your heartbeat Preparations of thy entrance Our husband's favourite bossom Welcome, our new wine Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
Quagmire-Oasis
Our husband Thou look in my eyes no more I reek of old wine Thy mouth spaketh But thou saith nothing I hear drums Ceremonial beatings Your smile I longed to behold The peepings of the crowds Your attire I longed to touch Favourite of thy bossom I know your heart Belongings of another Stories at the market square Thou findeth thy favourite Old clothes Thou look away Old heart Thou embrace no more Longing afresh a new favourite Welcome Our husband knows your heartbeat Preparations of thy entrance Our husband's favourite bossom Welcome, our new wine Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Quagmire-Oasis talks about a woman who knows she's no more her husband's favourite due to the fact that he's bringing home a new wife which is now his favourite and she has accepted her fate.
#marriage#love
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Tosyano
34/Nigeria
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
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