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Time is a Master

I thought Time was a healer
Then it stood still
I thought Time was a concealer
But it just reveals
Time is a jester, a torturer at will      
It chooses to run
It loves the cruel thrill

It's never my friend
It's rather my foe
I am the Sub
I have no control
It drive me to tears
To prayers on my knees
For Time measures pleasure
It just loves to tease

 So here I am Time        
I'm tired of fighting
Chose if you'll drag on
Or act quick as lighting
I surrender to you
 So do as you please  
  Since you are my Dom
  Show me some mercy
Written by Miss_Blue
Author's Note
So many points of time. ...
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