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I’ll do you like your Eyes Ask me to, As relentlessly As your Smile’d Wish, come every our Encounter. I’ll do you, like the – Plastic, porcelain, and Polymer Scenery – Holography and Hidden drawers, Once a sin and Twice a cross. I’ll do you, as I’m, and a first, If only an “Object.” I know it, but you don’t. You love it, but I won’t, Because you’d only burn, Come knowing I’m, “taken.”
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
The Toy
I’ll do you like your Eyes Ask me to, As relentlessly As your Smile’d Wish, come every our Encounter. I’ll do you, like the – Plastic, porcelain, and Polymer Scenery – Holography and Hidden drawers, Once a sin and Twice a cross. I’ll do you, as I’m, and a first, If only an “Object.” I know it, but you don’t. You love it, but I won’t, Because you’d only burn, Come knowing I’m, “taken.”
Do I like it? Do I not like it? It makes me feel relevant. Either way, I'm taken. She'd never know me, because someone already did and that, "someone," was waiting.
liam-c-calhoun
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
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