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In the sweaty palm of your hand
A passive object's all I am
A laugh for you and all your friends
You crack the whip, give my command

In the dark and rainy street
I hit the ground and lick your feet
And nothing tastes as bitter-sweet
As hot and dlow-burning defeat

At your heel, I lie in bed
Naked, broken-in and red
And as you hold and control my head
I know I was never misled

Under the skin that you abuse
Right to the core I'm yours to use
Yours to torment, yours to bruise
Yours to own and yours to lose

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
AND WHO HAS THE COMPLEX

in life and liberty. TK U MLJ LV NV