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Yank me down
to reach your bottomless filth,
to go through your steps of pathetic
manipulation
as you use me
then throw me
bodily
against the thorned walls
of your arms,
naked.

It's always naked with you,
that's all you see of me,
it's all you want from me.
Am I some silly model for you to watch?
Some cheap whore you like to feel?
You make me worthless,
you make me lousy,
you make me for sale
with the look in your eyes.

You hold up illusions of me
as your rose-tinted glasses,
but they aren't tinted rose,
they're tinted green.

Stare at me, up and down,
press your hands against me;
I feel nothing
because I am only an actress
in this torturous movie you are making.

Nothing you do
will make this real,
because I touch only air
when I touch you.
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