Glissade

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

You’re becoming an angry feminist and I’m worried for you.

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

Now every alphabet of your mis-branding is peeled  away by the salt of time

ISSUES

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