i am trapped, given a mind though my
body is marble. my body is a cage, a
he carves to set me free. (his calls me his
angel, you see. it's all very romantic)
he carves, and i feel every
motion. every action is there for me
to feel, in high definition.
he loves me,
before he ever even knows me.
he lays his devotion at my feet
while i stand in my
and: given flesh, i sleep. he lays his
devotions below my pillow.
scents the bed with jasmine,
rose-petals and a vase of
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do all this. never asked for this and -
how can i love him, this man who
would carve me for himself?)<...
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