He finds a sick kind of joy
In mocking her.
Suddenly turning off,
And eventually the hours
Of hard work evaporates.
I'm not sure she has the strength
To restore.
- dear concubine
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
