brightNsub -> RE: BDSM in Poetry, Poetry in BDSM (7/15/2008 10:20:49 PM)
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I came upon this Yeats poem early in my submission, when I was searching for words to describe how I was feeling. It was, and is, perfect. Rose THE LADY'S FIRST SONG I turn round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My language beaten Into one name; I am in love And that is my shame. What hurts the soul My soul adores, No better than a beast Upon all fours.
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