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Fumbling with that cigarette like it's obedient to my every whim.
You, the desperation building with every second, giving the feeling of being used, of over you.
You're losing, let the smoke fill you, feel the control, mine to withhold.
It drives you wild under my thumb, love being cancelled, smoking, jerking little sluffer.
All for the chance that I might, Isaac, torture of being denied your release.
