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Heart speaks to heart
Trying to make through the commotion in the dark

A bliss , tasted of forbidden fruit
He suffered the fate of Adam that made him prude .

A train wreck he had every reason to fret
A Submissive shielded by the Dom
He had nothing to regret .

Living in the cave of his Isolation
He sought to get out of this reverie

Silent screams they wanted to be heard
Walking on the thorns the feet bled ..
The trail of blood was unseen & in silence they suffered.

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