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May 2023
Pushed
And pulled,
patted, caressed
like a puppy
to **** time,
I lie there, waiting
to be called again,
Wagging my tail I run
hoping for some
remnants left from your plate,

The hopeless affair of a master
and a slave goes on,
Freedom scares me,
Solitude stifles me,
So, I linger in this derangement
living and loving the abuse.
Deep
Written by
Deep  25/Delhi
(25/Delhi)   
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     Amanda Kay Burke and Rob Rutledge
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