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May 2010
melting.

i melted.

was like liquid wax

I was yours and you molded me.

I didn’t resist.

it almost worked.

BUT

I was slipping through your hands.

dripping like hot melted wax.

running through your hands…

it burnt you.
you couldn’t mold it.

i wasn’t following your rules anymore.

you washed your hands and....

finally i was free.

free
free
FREE!
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Brittany
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