A Mémoire
Your hands are my cage, my soul a prisoner, break me free.... amplify my freedom.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Ironic complaining
I became your prisoner,
and in your jail i was.
I became your servant,
and your drinks i served.
I became your sex toy,
So happy i was.
Well at least the last one,
i remember the most.
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