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Shut up he barked

Sit down he wined

Raise your voice he howled

Raise your cup to me he giggled

Make pure and tender love to me he snapped

Pick me up in your arms and tell me how to change he snaked

Shut up he whispered, into my ear on this cold, cold night

Pull out the chairs when they sit down he commanded

Read my mind he yearned

When my mother comes cover your bruises and show me that smile he snickered

When my father comes cover your chest and cross your legs he murmured

Know me like no one has ever known me, care for me like no one has before we wished

to each other

Shut up, he pounded into me, his sweaty hands slurping my neck, pushing me further

away, and then close again

Fold the toilet paper into those neat triangles, he winced

Rub my foot, its soar to the core, he echoed

Hold me

No

Love me

Yes

Write this down he chimed

Answer me quicker he sang

Tell me you love me he wanted

Kill me kill me kill me he... he no longer had the breath

Shut up, I answered.



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