Oh you vile

Oh you vile wind that carry smoke and love carry this to ease missmolality. He inhales smoke and you smoke love, one a craving of body, another of soul. He is strong, yet stand beside. Aside he crumbles. He pains you more and you ain’t a pain to him. Yet he Suffers more. While you are cloistered in your hearth, he is judged, weighed and cast aside in open warfare. A miss has umpteen misters in waiting not vice versa. Yet when we get a Mrs. we want a few more. Guys are guys, for a Mrs. also has a few mistresses in waiting. Is this what they call payback or cruelty of men.

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