Poem: Live With It.
Live With It.
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It was a simple, plastic spell,
You never saw the seams.
It was a truly heavy sell,
A trade in porno dreams.
That awful creature handled you
Much better than I could,
I wouldn’t take you back again
No reason why I should.
You’re just a broken wind-up toy
And now you’re feeling used.
Don’t try to pull the wool again
Because you’ve been abused.
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