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A wife turns on her husband--he never saw it coming. |
Freshly falling snow crisp upon the frozen streets; soiled as time flies akin to love that dies. Sullied, dark and angry tones heard above the basement floor, where the wood, now left to rot, is no longer good nor sought. When love dies, life stands still; the Earth is slow to turn. Crying grows as tears descend; one man has lost his only friend. 12 Lines 10-20-17 |