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Spokes
we've reached that painful stage
where she can't do nothing right
life's all shouting glare and fume
but for me its an unequal fight
sorry, but I can't take it anymore
she's wearing me out to a thread
the urge to kill her daily corrosive
wish to God she'd just drop dead
something occurred in her mind
hormonal changes kill older cells
where age-related issues...
Friday 5th February 2021 11:17 am
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