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Nov 2012
Your effortless perfection
Swallows me whole.
I try to drink it down.
But its a kind of flawless
I can't digest.
If only you knew the true
Meaning of servitude.
My love struck bonds
Hold me
The way you refuse to
My forceless captor.
Lauren Denning
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