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Loathing, unloading.

You come lurking, trying to fuck me with your words in the middle of the night.
I reply with sadness and desperation, for this is what I am and how I jerk off actually.
But you don't know that
and therefore you tried to leave right when I reached my waistband.
"So tell me more about how you think of me and how you want me to get on my knees and pray"
Prey. You can't resist, you're an easy man, as most.
We go in deeper, till I can almost taste your pleasure
 and then we're done.
How do you say goodbye after that?
It doesn't matter, I'm not what you're looking for so I don't try to be.
I just leave and close your window
as I would do to any other source of digital pornography.
Written by Pepperdust
Published
Author's Note
The loss of meaning.
People become tools, nameless, disposable, unrequited.
There is an excuse to boredom these days, but what about before?
Maybe nothing changed.
Maybe nothing has ever changed at all.
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