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I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

T.L. Martin

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
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Body Love Myself Ruin
Embrace the glorious mess that you are.
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Embrace Glory Mess Self Love Yourself
She loved nothing more than a man who wasn’t afraid to test them. To test her.
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Afraid Herself Love Man
But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.
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Alone Enough Myself Weird
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
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Blue Crayon Enough Myself Sky
He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
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Cage Himself Key Right Shame Wrong
When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.
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Herself Impression Law Lose Pay Price Question Quick Woman
Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
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Breathe Fade Floor Herself Listening Shower
I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
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Deal Learning Myself Name Need Reason
Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
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Routine Submissive
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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Darkness Deep Forest Jungle Myself Promise Sleep
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
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Existence Myself Pieces
I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
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Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
God, can he see what he’s doing to me.
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God Himself Myself See

I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

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