I’m more than glad, they didn’t break my soul
To you that means I’m not a broken man
My body works, when under your control
I’ll follow every detail of your plan
I’ll need to be reminded, with a kiss
Sometimes when I get angry, like I do
Caress me, please, when I succumb to this
My anger leaves when I succumb to you
My soul is yours, connected to my heart
My body broke, but fixing it proceeds
To make you happy, or at least to start
Addressing all the preludes of your needs
My soul cannot be broken, like a bone
But still, it’s not complete when it’s alone.

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