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[apiphile]

tired of saccharine retelling

he saw my need and abused it
used hospitality to hold me prisoner
and made my mother weep and beg
for my safe return

you simpered and called it the love
for which you yearn

just like him
you forced your red ripe
story between my lips
and will not let me scream

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[wolfy_writing]

Oh, I like this!