You stored me away, like some precious china

to be used for some rarely possible special occasion.

I was an object

an acquisition

some curious and probably valuable being

sexually attractive to you.

I had no brain

no feelings

no memory.

This is what I actually meant to you.

This is what I learned over time.





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