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I have forgotten how your food tastes
Because you are never at home to make me homely.
Everyday one excuse or the other,
You are now married to your office.
I no longer remember how you look
because you leave early before the cock cries for breakfast.
I have accepted it
Now I am home early to prepare meals for two,
but you are home late,
I have even forgotten the colour of your underwear
How shall we continue
Our love has grown bitter
It has lost its taste
How shall we continue
In a home without love.
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