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Master (Free verse) by Dovina Place a wafer on my tongue
red wine upon my lips
in my breast the Logos of your soul
and into me your satisfaction
I come weak in threatening world
and curl to you
my strength, my Lord
In subjection to the stronger
held closely by the mighty
my best is yours to change
to have, control
Iâll not shrink, withhold or cower
or protect myself from you
or keep a pleasure
from the owner of my soul
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