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your body on mine
twisting, a vine
creeping deeper into my nightmares each time
i stare into the ceiling's eyes
that uncover my disguise
watching down below
where you touch me
i could say no
but no guy will say yes
unless
i put on a mask
and take off my dress
let you lean in
my body, pressed
spread like clay
but i don't feel your caress
instead, i'm alone
slipping away





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