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The makings of slave The makings of a slave He treated me like a farmer tending land He praised me nourished me gently raked his fingers through my soft brown soil Poured forth affirming words like oil SIGH Spoiled Then suddenly those kinds words stopped Everything besides the unfastening of his zipper from the bottom to the top Without warning he'd ****** me up into his arms till and toil my heartbroken soil around the clock CELEBRATION APPRECIATION NO WHERE TO BE found SILENCE NO SOUND just that zipper from bottom to top Thought it was me So my heart I did unlock In vain steadily tick-tock tick -tock We were Distant planets drifting farther apart I tell you the truth It's the start of: THE MAKINGS OF A SLAVE
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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The makings of slave The makings of a slave He treated me like a farmer tending land He praised me nourished me gently raked his fingers through my soft brown soil Poured forth affirming words like oil SIGH Spoiled Then suddenly those kinds words stopped Everything besides the unfastening of his zipper from the bottom to the top Without warning he'd ****** me up into his arms till and toil my heartbroken soil around the clock CELEBRATION APPRECIATION NO WHERE TO BE found SILENCE NO SOUND just that zipper from bottom to top Thought it was me So my heart I did unlock In vain steadily tick-tock tick -tock We were Distant planets drifting farther apart I tell you the truth It's the start of: THE MAKINGS OF A SLAVE
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yevette-lee
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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