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i am a seeker i am a poet i am a slave submission burns within me it shines beneath my eyes it dwells within, caresses, and feeds my soul it is much a part of me as anything and in some ways it is more i worship i willingly submit i don't deserve but i desire someone to take me transform me not physically but psychologically emotionally give me purpose give me meaning outside that of normal existance give me a chance to serve let me fulfill this butterfly in my stomach let me release it let it bloom grow flourish and dwell right there in the palm of your hand next to my heart
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