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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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Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
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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27/F/Cambridge
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
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