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Oct 2014
Why do I turn to him when I feel alone
How horrible am I to use him
In the ways I was used

I show up at his door, torment him with my act
Turn us into an addictive freak show
Do anything he wants

Just don't touch me and we can be a puppet show
Move fluid, move mechanical
Devoid of emotion
Friends with benefits for an erotophobic.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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