Give me a crown of thorns
And scourge me off my maidenhood
Wear me a ring of barbs
And bind my fingers to serve you
Buy me off my descents
And enslave me in your oubliette
Cow me to this pleasure of pains
For in those groans lies my essence
Fill me with your water of life
And unlock in me my womanhood
implant in me your burden
For in them i find my yearning bliss
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