You, old and experienced, little belittling me. Talking loud, foolish self-important dribble. Just zip it and make me feel like a Goddess. I confess, I am tired indulging you wearing this skimpy dress, your breath smelling yellow, does it hurt to wipe the cigarette stain, under your parchment wrinkled nose. I am no who-se, Not …

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I hate you, with heart and soul. Feelings are frosty as the Northpole. Because you are great being you. I don’t know how you take shit and fertilise it? We were great, epic, but it didn’t stick. Leila, I need you, let’s be together, through stormy weather, half good, part miserable together.