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A loss of idiomatic nuance;do you indeed shine upon men,a beneficent demigoddess of prophecy,or do you instead shine over them,your glow falling upon themas contemptuous glances, that stillthey gobble, hungry seagullscompeting for a morsel of dropped chip,but the beams that rest on me(I am no man) are of warm desireand I see why the god…
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The light remains green. I’m not safe-wording, not saying I withdraw consent, merely that this did not feature in any of the scenarios I imagined, in any of my most hidden fantasies. I was prepared to hurt, and when I said make me cry, I meant take me to a level of physical pain that…
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