He asked, what does that mean?
Of-course! In pretense.
I knew.
Why did you marry me?
He turned his back,
What is this rubbish have you started?
I knew, he was hiding.
The arrangement! was that the only reason?
He was angry, I knew
His angry voice was fading behind the momentary flashes,
The warm lines running wiped the reminiscent lashes.
His angry voice now calm, he sighed peace,
I turned back with a wobbly feet.
To a door of no return,
I leave.
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