She is pure. I will defile her.

I will force my thought

I will offer my woes

I will share my joys

and she will take them oberiantly.

she will suffer my ink

I will exploit all she has to offer so

she may fulfill her purpose

her fragility will know my brutality

this sword it frightens


She is cheep. I will augment.

She will be enriched with

knowledge and emotion

previously void

the embodyment of all that is within me

this transformation will pain us both

I only hope she survives


If not, I will replace her.

She was 99 cents.


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