She sits⁣
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Back against the wall⁣
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Her face fucked all afternoon⁣
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She knows who to submit to⁣
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She submits to grief⁣
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She submits to winter⁣
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She submits to him⁣
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But not to the rest of the world. ⁣
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Banned from platforms⁣
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Reported for speaking truth⁣
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Stalked by nobodies⁣
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She marinates in grief, in shadow⁣
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Her orgasms are her own⁣
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Her pleasure is her own⁣
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Her body is her own⁣
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Watch her bank account fill⁣
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Watch her followers rise⁣
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Watch her submit to nature⁣
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Watch her Rest⁣
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And watch, for when she begins again⁣