Not because she wanted
But she had to pay homage to the lender who borrows.
With her breathe cut short
No feelings!
As all relationships became as cold as her feet.
From a mirror, her name was called trice
And she appeared to tell;
Her spirit refused to rest,
A lot of 'Ogume' was done to appease her restless soul, The drama of the afterlife.
And as she departed
So did her man move on with another.
#poetry
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