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Putty
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Tributes to Lovers You knew the right things to say
to make me putty in your hands.
I conformed to your grasp,
and you kneaded me like dough
until I fit into the shape you desired.
You filled my crevices perfectly,
and you took up space in my mind.
But there came a time when
I no longer wished to be
malleable to your touch.
I didn't want to be attached
to someone who thought
I was an object.
