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Plaything
You, my dear
Are nothing
But a toy..
A doll...
Or more,
A plaything.
What more is treasure,
Than an item that’s forgotten?
Buried to rot under saltwater,
Begging to be uncovered.
But
Playthings, honey
Never get lost easy.
You are destined for the junkyard
Let me tell you how it starts:
You let the smile rust,
And the body starts to filth
You’ve given up.
Why would anyone choose
To turn to dust?
You’ve been broken enough times
As if you’re addicted to someone else’s pleasure!
Tell me, did you crack,
When settling for abuse?
Well
Playthings
Have a service.
Like owing rent,
You pay the damage
When someone hammers you.
Are nothing
But a toy..
A doll...
Or more,
A plaything.
What more is treasure,
Than an item that’s forgotten?
Buried to rot under saltwater,
Begging to be uncovered.
But
Playthings, honey
Never get lost easy.
You are destined for the junkyard
Let me tell you how it starts:
You let the smile rust,
And the body starts to filth
You’ve given up.
Why would anyone choose
To turn to dust?
You’ve been broken enough times
As if you’re addicted to someone else’s pleasure!
Tell me, did you crack,
When settling for abuse?
Well
Playthings
Have a service.
Like owing rent,
You pay the damage
When someone hammers you.
Published 11th Dec 2021
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