Shackled limbs, squealing
Afraid of her lord
Who kept on humming
As she obeyed each word
Fear sustains the feeling
The pain, the breath labored
To be free, do something
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
Master
Shackled limbs, squealing
Afraid of her lord
Who kept on humming
As she obeyed each word
Fear sustains the feeling
The pain, the breath labored
To be free, do something
