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You may think you have me
but you have nothing of me My body as a commodity does not bring my soul with it You laugh because you think you have the upper hand I laugh silently and harder because you do not know me You are like a rooster self satisfied and crowing Sure that your interests are the only ones being met You think I will faint or fade away or cry the minute you are done with your vain conquest and lust You know nothing of me the secret part who stalks forgetfulness from haunting My watchfulness something you can't see Keep fluttering casual playboy think only of your interests I mock you ferociously and smite you with my indifference.
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