I have deserted the house
I am out of it, this nuptial igloo
Where live do us part
And death do us meet again
My belongings intact still
And for them no one will steal.
I am a bad kitchen superintendent
Utensils clang and I am a noise maker
Spoons and plates
Are half washed
And I am a lazy house maid.
I am outside here
Not loved anymore
Drenched under the rain
When the rain stops
Probably the sun will come
And I will be under it
When the sun goes
I will be left an orphan spouse
Beaten by the frost of the biting winter.
And I am dumped here
Like a waste bin
Not loved anymore
In double ways.
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