S & MA Poem by Dina
Robotic, hypnotic
Robo emotions (This revolution will be televised) Cold hands Strong grip Soft eyes Warm lips I want a kiss. But you dismiss "Call me Master," he demands "Stroke me faster Off your hands. Seize the laughter Straighten your posture." Wandering through the halls Is there anyway out of here? Well prepared, well prepared. Don't you dare... Cold hands Strong grip Soft eyes Warm lips I want a kiss. But you dismiss © 2021 DinaAuthor's Note
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Added on February 15, 2020 Last Updated on November 2, 2021 |

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