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The Cold Hutch

Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.

Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.

“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”

Copyright © Salma Malik

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