Do you really know what runs through my mind?
The thoughts that pass through time after time.
What my perverted imagination creates.
The ideas that become your given fate.
Do you really want to know what’s up there?
Do you want me opened, uncovered, laid bare?
Do you want what my mind creates.
To be my muse, my toy, your fate.
Yes.
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