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My plastic smile and rigid joints Exist for your manipulation. My trembling skin and the flesh beneath Are simply here for your pleasure. My painted eyes and callused hands Live to seek your amusement. My unsteady mind and elastic heart Die to be under your power. But don’t forget to return me to My quiet, reticent place, Return me to the toy box Before I’m pawned to the inconspicuous.
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
The Toy Box
My plastic smile and rigid joints Exist for your manipulation. My trembling skin and the flesh beneath Are simply here for your pleasure. My painted eyes and callused hands Live to seek your amusement. My unsteady mind and elastic heart Die to be under your power. But don’t forget to return me to My quiet, reticent place, Return me to the toy box Before I’m pawned to the inconspicuous.
kairee-franzen
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
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