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You will be happy to be owned. You will be blindfolded and lose your sight, but gain your vision. You will kneel before me, but you will never have felt so tall. You will speak in light whimpers and moans and will be heard loud and clear. Peace will hold your wrist, pinned together, bound by my desires. Love will slightly grip your neck, letting you know how fragile the moment really is. You will let go, but what you will receive in lieu of your free will, is a moment so full of beauty, you will cry for its return
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