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the man behind the curtain that decided my worth took his turns deciding whether or not he felt like pretending to care about me he oftentimes played the role of god- and everyone owed him a favour he wanted the rush he inhaled from parkour on the week's end and the kind of romance he devoured in science fiction novels i was too afraid to get off of my knees and to not address him like royalty but i let him file me down into a perfect wife knees on the ground, my head stayed bowed obedient like a puppy scared out of it's wits eventually i unlocked the door at the top of the cell just to find him sitting there, lit cigar (elegant this time) and a novel while he watched my mind absorb the smoke
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
the king of science fiction & parkour
the man behind the curtain that decided my worth took his turns deciding whether or not he felt like pretending to care about me he oftentimes played the role of god- and everyone owed him a favour he wanted the rush he inhaled from parkour on the week's end and the kind of romance he devoured in science fiction novels i was too afraid to get off of my knees and to not address him like royalty but i let him file me down into a perfect wife knees on the ground, my head stayed bowed obedient like a puppy scared out of it's wits eventually i unlocked the door at the top of the cell just to find him sitting there, lit cigar (elegant this time) and a novel while he watched my mind absorb the smoke
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
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