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Satin draped Stalin

My heart is a Totalitarian
State, and you,
Merciless autocrat its
Unquestioned despot

Whatever you say goes,
From banning blushes
To making me meow
You control everything
Now including me

There are curfews
And roadblocks everywhere
Along the road of
Former flames and streets
Of desire

Orders are passed
Memories of anything
Except you arrested
Insomnia summarily tried
and executed

Rumors of your cruelty
Follow me everywhere
As you purge everything
In my heart that is not
You



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