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I extend you Trapped in the dark, with your shiny harem; I can’t breathe in here. I catch glimpses of you, when you take one out; I know you’re there Why do you always use them, not me? I know I can cut it. Let me cut it for you. I have that edge you’re after. You know I’m sharp and sleek. Put your fingers in me — I will open for you. You and I, we’re a perfect fit. I complete you, I extend you. You know it. Why not take me out, use me, then hang me up like flesh on a hook. I won’t hurt you. Do you want me to? Your blood looks good on me. Open up to me and I’ll open up to you. I’m nothing without you. I could even kill for you, if you’d just hold me like you used to. You own me, you wield me. Do what you want with me; just don’t leave me.

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‘O’ I am old, alone, worn and shrunk. My lining, sterile, is torn, washed-out, dried, hung-up. My seed fell, and fell on desolate soil. The ‘O’ of my mouth spells sorrow. I am stretched yet never taut. The darkness inside me has come undone.