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I never thought that
I was meant to be used…
This way This abuse …hands
Touching where I never believed
Never Dreamed
When they think
They turn me on
They really
Turn me off
Poking, prodding
Touching, tapping
Pressing in places
To which I respond
Really against my will
Messing with my sacred parts
Feigning an innocent toddler’s curiosity in a
World of new doodads and gadgets
Only, its not so
Innocent. And after they use me I am passed on
To another, a stranger
With germy hands Invading
Passing on sickness and disease
Through me, a vessel for everyone’s use
And I work endlessly, all day and night
Restless
I grow warm, burn hot, weary, sick,
But they pay me no mind
I whirr and cry out in protest
I get louder and louder
They open windows
So many windows…
Chilling my screen
Until I
Freeze,
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