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In secret trust
I gave you a language
Of safe words
In which to confine me
When my tongue first crossed
The boundary of your lips
My mistake made deeper in abusive evaluation
Of cascading moments that had become memories
The scent of your punished body
Sealed and delivered as
Just another round of foreplay
The pain apparent
When any hand touches where you branded me
The pleasure of that memory
So damaged by my scream
For mercy
But you did not stop
And I am bewildered
Having forgotten that I changed the word
And mercy does not work anymore


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