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You are mine. An object of possesion. I am not yours. Superior, with thrones on top of stools. . Constricting your movement. I am a Boa, ready to strike When in terror you flee like a mouse. You are mine. . Clenched fists of frustration I knew you were upset, steam leaking from ear to ear, you slap. pushed back I'm enraged at your wrists grabbed tight. I am not yours. . Heated discussions rise like plumes of ash smothering your lungs, I creep to your side. You are mine. . In public you hide they never knowing the shadows that lurk from behind, I am there though, holding on tight. I am not yours. But darling, you are definitely mine.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
Under Pressure
You are mine. An object of possesion. I am not yours. Superior, with thrones on top of stools. . Constricting your movement. I am a Boa, ready to strike When in terror you flee like a mouse. You are mine. . Clenched fists of frustration I knew you were upset, steam leaking from ear to ear, you slap. pushed back I'm enraged at your wrists grabbed tight. I am not yours. . Heated discussions rise like plumes of ash smothering your lungs, I creep to your side. You are mine. . In public you hide they never knowing the shadows that lurk from behind, I am there though, holding on tight. I am not yours. But darling, you are definitely mine.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
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