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She is brutal. She will tear my skin, Bruise my knees, And blacken my eyes. But she is also a gentle dove And she can be kind. When I succeed she gives me sweets And gives back my missing pieces. She is my mistress. Her’s is the name on my collar, She has the lead. And she keeps control until she hands me off to him. Though I know him not, He will heal my body. Let me have the control, And finally give me peace.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
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She is brutal. She will tear my skin, Bruise my knees, And blacken my eyes. But she is also a gentle dove And she can be kind. When I succeed she gives me sweets And gives back my missing pieces. She is my mistress. Her’s is the name on my collar, She has the lead. And she keeps control until she hands me off to him. Though I know him not, He will heal my body. Let me have the control, And finally give me peace.
rselisabeth
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
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