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Love's Manacles by Eve's Demise © |
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Weathered Leather grazes my skin. I lie here, poised for dominance. Knowing not how long it's been; Time is of small relevance. Cold steel
bathes my back. He appraches
my prone, naked form. Many times
this sacred rite The world
of this simple slave
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