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Lesson Learned, Part 2

She manages to come unbound
Throws me shrieking to the ground
I cannot help but realize
There is evil gleaming in her eyes

She binds me to my antique rack
As I listen to the leather crack
She applies her belt to my coarse skin
Slowly citing my every sin

She teaches me the ways of pain
My own lesson to attain
I now exist within her night
Being the one to feel contrite.
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