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- You captured me
like the fly I am
You broke my legs
and turned me as
your precious
doll
Take me down the
basement
As you performed your
art
Pinch my skin, as I breath
the assaulting smell of
you
Taking me, inch by inch
Holding every bit
of me
You hold my heart
but not my soul
Well, now you
did.

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