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by: Karen They look upon her marks The bruises, welts and cuts The badges of honor Exposed for all to see Her body pierced and tatooed For she is owned A proud submissive A good slave Yet no one looks into her eyes For there they see her soul The marks upon her soul are eternal They have become a part of her A testiment to her growth A souvenior of her journey in life They will never fade Words and thoughts fail her Feelings left undescribed Locked inside the soul of submission Filled with overwhelming desires to please The deep needs to obey A constant wants of control The mind aches as the heart yearns Emotions so primal, so true Fighting the urge to run from oneself A scream forms from deep inside Silenced by the comfort of her Master Safe within His arms Free within His control She looks at her Master with a longing She listens to His hushed whispers of praise She hears His stern chastising voice She feels His soft touch when filled with fear She respects Him just as He does her She serves Him Giving to Him all that she can And being all things to Him for His pleasure The marks of her soul reside within Difficult for others to see Wear them with honor Cherish them Display them proudly Struggle with them as you must Never forget to feel them Surround yourself among them Find freedom within them 
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