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became an instrument of pure pleasure

You cannot touch . .

You can't leave .

You can't hold on .

But you can feel .

Every push Every whisper .

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Every drop between my legs flowing down

the stand . And then back , . Into the glass .

Into peace .

In control .

I am no longer human .

I a doll that people argue about .

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I a dream that no one asks about anymore .

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I an object that chooses to be an object And

this is not humiliation . .
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It is power .

It's a form .

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