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Trick my treat.

Deactivation since I want to be in your game -

the game where you deactivate my mind
and my body of being deactivated.
Shock -
the insides and let them quiver
until quiet days leave for powerful nights.
Cast me
out into the shadow of your back-hand.
Smoke me
like the tulip joint you favour.
Loathe me with eyes that allow
you to kiss me tender.
Break me
on this floor, tonight.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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