I wear the dress

A man's defeat in an gender struggle with his wife.

I wear the dress

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I noticed your hair the other day,

and you screamed,

I cleaned the house,

did the dishes,

and washed your car,

your smile beamed,

I voiced my opinion,

followed by a verbal bashing,

your love once apparant,

now lies dormant,

i know its their,

but the feeling is distant,

Please let me change,

this dress is too tight and binding.

The End

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