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The Day After The Function

The floor creaks    
When she steps down
From the bed sheets  
In her night gown  
   
She gets a call    
To do the chores    
Her heart stays alive    
Though she pulled the chords    
    
How long    
will this go on?  
What is her prize    
For not having what she wants?  
   
8/1/18    
8/4/18 1:31pm
Written by tmoj
Published | Edited 24th Apr 2019
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