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He was sure she was elated That joy welled up from her deep After all that he'd fabricated Bedtime stories before sleep Little gestures just to keep her Just to keep her up and coming Taunting with his stingy morsels So to make her blood keep running Here and there he'd throw a bone To his pricey-perfumed dog Take a moment twice a month, Toss a pearl to his hog And the ruffled dog did good tricks With no prospect of reward For if just to please her best friend, man To get a pat-down from her lord See that kindled, foolborn spirit Felt her lover loved her best She rejected other outcomes She ignored each of all the rest And he let his pet keep twirling Let her go jumping through rings Though never really feeling proud of them He was tickled by these things So he sat upon his highness As she mingled round his lap And she felt so very special To be his favorite place to nap He liked to tell her bedtime stories And leave out her favorite parts So she could fill them in within her mind While he left her in the dark
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
bedtime stories
He was sure she was elated That joy welled up from her deep After all that he'd fabricated Bedtime stories before sleep Little gestures just to keep her Just to keep her up and coming Taunting with his stingy morsels So to make her blood keep running Here and there he'd throw a bone To his pricey-perfumed dog Take a moment twice a month, Toss a pearl to his hog And the ruffled dog did good tricks With no prospect of reward For if just to please her best friend, man To get a pat-down from her lord See that kindled, foolborn spirit Felt her lover loved her best She rejected other outcomes She ignored each of all the rest And he let his pet keep twirling Let her go jumping through rings Though never really feeling proud of them He was tickled by these things So he sat upon his highness As she mingled round his lap And she felt so very special To be his favorite place to nap He liked to tell her bedtime stories And leave out her favorite parts So she could fill them in within her mind While he left her in the dark
Why do people stay with awful other people? What do people see as special in an awful person? Why do awful people deserve loyalty and affection?
amory-caricia
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
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