Am I not just the perfect wife
I quietly watched you play your game while I sat in a corner and drank up my sorrow
I'm sorry my love
I just got tired of your games
I grew tired of you
Rest in peace my beloved
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
