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I'm not here to speak Of what injustices await-- The underbellies of violators Or the error in their ways Under our bellies, as we’ll see Hell and heaven lay in wait I, your body, possess a power Eyed by bodies men dream devour They could not care less For age, weight, or dress Inevitably They will us undress Be you a stick Gain you a stone The tourists will still Lust after your flesh When those meant to guide you Choose comfort instead And after your questions Are met with contempt You’ll venture to answer Hard lessons yourself And I, your mistress, Will surrender myself But promises made Are promises kept And promises met Are met with regret Like I when I first let Them ravage our flesh
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
Note to Past Self:
I'm not here to speak Of what injustices await-- The underbellies of violators Or the error in their ways Under our bellies, as we’ll see Hell and heaven lay in wait I, your body, possess a power Eyed by bodies men dream devour They could not care less For age, weight, or dress Inevitably They will us undress Be you a stick Gain you a stone The tourists will still Lust after your flesh When those meant to guide you Choose comfort instead And after your questions Are met with contempt You’ll venture to answer Hard lessons yourself And I, your mistress, Will surrender myself But promises made Are promises kept And promises met Are met with regret Like I when I first let Them ravage our flesh
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
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