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The Dom Writes A Letter To Her Slave
you are
what i tell you to be. i
and i alone
give you your identity;
your true name
rings not
within the mind
but throughout
your body, it runs
shivers down your spine,
(an anticipation.) i can
take it away,
make you worth nothing,
less than what
you were without
me. this i give
to you, my
faithful little boy.
poem
by
Valerie Jaeger
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