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Feb 2017
Yes, it is a slave I wish to be,
a slave to Love all encompassing,
a slave to Justice for All.
I offer up my wrist
to the Righteous manacle,
my ankle to the Holy shackle.
So that I may know neverending,
my dignity and freedom will be forever preserved, by the inviolable compact
of loving parent, and obedient child.
An old piece, I never posted.
Senor Negativo
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Senor Negativo
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