Make me hate you
Strip me naked and beat me in the street
Leave me bruised and pulsing, convulsing
Make me real and make me kneel
Make me want to hit you back.
Yellow drapes and pale skin
I am pliant, I am anyone
How high?
You are no-one and that's the game.
One thank you sir.
No more dimensions please
Don't spoil the refraction
Be fiction and figurement
And I will be anything you want
For something I imagined.
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