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Sep 2016
He has me in his clutches.
I am a puppet under his orchestration.
He controls every move, every breath, every plan, every everything.
I am not myself, only an extension of his will.
And I love it, because being in his clutches is the closest I will ever get to him.
Written by
Stephen
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   carolyn and Doug Potter
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