Ah, slave! could thou and I with fate conspire. To grasp you in schemes of things entire, Would not you shatter to bits- and then, Re-mould to my heart's desire!
So while the toys one by one were surrendering .
One spied the white hot metal all were seeking.
And then they jogg d of each other, "Master Master"
The taste of metal by thigh by arse transformation searing to heart,
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