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My core trembles as you approach me,
half blinded by your own poison,
you touch me so deeply
and by accident to the core of my being
so that I no longer feel anything
-bad or good-
that you can do to me.
Somehow, a blessing
for I am a toy to you
in your shoebox of others
for nothing is anything
everything is useless
in your eyes
for you are God
and everyone loves you somehow
for you blind them all.
As you and me rape them
of their lives
of their souls
of their love
of their passion.

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