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Jan 2016
Your hands are cold and so thin
Your touch makes me shiver, burn my skin
You walk around like you have it all.

Your stare is bounding I am tied down
Your breath leaves me hanging over the ground
I d drop my all to run when you call.

Those nights when darkness swallows my pride
I'd do whatever to make you mine
I'd close my eyes and surrender love
I'd grin in pain under your weight
I'd sit on the edge I would just wait
To be abused to be your slave
I'd dig my own, my own deep grave
Ryan Nyberg
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