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Stretching your arms to the skies Screaming out in agony For all that do not know us Your feelings are a Mystery The whip comes down, the leather bites Throwing welts on silken skin Calls for mercy seldom heard Your mind is in a spin They gaze in silence, amazed, aghast Puzzled by the Mystery Of pain and pleasure, pain and joy The extacy of your agony Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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