Benson Don

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Purpose - Poem by Benson Don

Didn't I come
because of you?
Isn't my life suppose
to revolve around you?
Why isn't it then?
Not that I don't want it to
but the will to eludes me.

If you were given me,
why living you surpasses me?
Yov've so drained my passion
that no iota is left
to consume on my desire.
Isn't this purnishment
inflicting me with hunger
without satisfying it?

Aren't you purpose, the I am?
Tell He,
that gave you me
to work in me
grace to live you.

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  • (2/7/2013 6:19:00 AM)

    Don, what a poem, it isn't your creation, you didn't work for it, she crept on to you, in her silken lingerie, in full lust, in full love, wanting to eat you alive, and I think she did. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

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