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My Master
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My Master |
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ILoveTheRain Member
since 2008-03-02
Posts 157GA 
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My Master Holding my extremities by thin lines, while My unstrung head lies low, facing the stage floor Doing with me your every waking desire I have no control…no control No one can witness the excruciating pain You send through the nerves and spirit of my body You are hidden above with your wooden sticks That attach to the strings of my mobility [This message has been edited by ILoveTheRain (10-11-2008 11:42 PM).] |
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SkaaDee Member
since 2008-04-07
Posts 116Canada |
this is startlingly good. you are a poet. |
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