Taker Poem by Saint Cynosure

Taker



if I don't give it up she takes it
she doesn't pay for whats not free
my loss to her is none her gist
temptation fails the sweetest lips
I question why I question this
this doubt of love in me
her beauty taught me patience
brings out colors no one sees
and none will ever of the rest
share what she shared with me
I've just begun to see

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