Frizzled to the core
her journal hits the floor
A need to purge her mind
of words and thoughts and lines
claws at the back of her brain
His needs are always much more
or more important, rather
He needs every last drop of strength
and still is left unsatisfied
Her peace of mind will have to wait
'til when,"to be announced"
Frazzled, more and more
Her need to get it down, her words
and thoughts and lines
itches up along her spine
asking for just a little time
His needs, his wants, his idle cares
they strip her of every last breath
He needs it all, and he'll drain it too
He will not be unsatisfied

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