ProstituteA Poem by Trevor McLeodprostitutionYou're more than that We're you're together You're more than mine or your's forever We're my and you're's you're toys for pleasure Where I and you are boys for measure For pride and prose of love you'll centure To me and have you talk to lecture And make me feel just like the man That others wait for holting fan And I will see you dead for sure When all my power fills my ruhr And I will surely rule you fear Unless Dear John dirs I'm am fear And I must take to fighting him But not as I fear mocking slim So I can go on hating you Though all I do is wait and stew Hopeful that I'll be as saved when that day runs me sacriapay and I can see you from the Heaven that I can say your my past revlande And you will see me taken in by all the hatred I have been For all the others I have sinned And lost my way while they will ginh And I will say I told you so I'm betrayed as all you show And you won't say to me again Where I go is lost Amen
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