I am Lucifer's prized songbird and from this I know I have grown intorverted.
Without my shell I am raped, without my heat, my mouth lies agape and fills with sand building pearls upon the agitation.
I am woman and hear me cry in the night for my mate.
The body is the mind and my double chin exposes my tender meager meat.
I am nothing to you and as the fool I cannot jest at mine self.
I like my stake raw.
I like my jaw wired shut.
I am a slut no more.
I am lithe and wicked, accursed and vivid and my true colors will rise in the might of my graceful hands.
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