Past my nose, your introspection - I have spent a dime, as if that was all it took to make you something fierce and furious, mechanical laughter echoing far past the time of insurrection. I have no control over your parts, nor do I want - yet you somehow refuse to let me do anything but dominate you. Manipulated into masculine grooves that do not necessarily fit the internal combustion.
I’ll take what you offer, I have no desire for the other - but with the simple request that you acknowledge the contradictory nature of what you have taught me. If you want to use me as an excuse for exfoliation of the species, so be it. But know that I protested with reasonable faculty and intellect. And that I have despaired myself, trying to subvert that within me which accommodated your capricious sneer and lust for shallow wealth, plumery. I’ll take your lips to mine, I’ll hold what I drink down, but you can never have me. Our youth will be for that, if it comes, a part of me to hold and try to understand. And yes, I understand your sacrifice. It is fair payment for what we both have done.
I’ll take what you offer, I have no desire for the other - but with the simple request that you acknowledge the contradictory nature of what you have taught me. If you want to use me as an excuse for exfoliation of the species, so be it. But know that I protested with reasonable faculty and intellect. And that I have despaired myself, trying to subvert that within me which accommodated your capricious sneer and lust for shallow wealth, plumery. I’ll take your lips to mine, I’ll hold what I drink down, but you can never have me. Our youth will be for that, if it comes, a part of me to hold and try to understand. And yes, I understand your sacrifice. It is fair payment for what we both have done.
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