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- Word Charity
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When I told you I loved you,
you ate my words up,
laid at my knees
and begged me for more.
I was no patron then,
but you'd hold out your hand
every time you gave in
and ask me to say it again.
When I took back those words,
your eyes asked, brick hard,
"what kind of man would rob
a girl of 3-syllable sustenance?"
I was no patron then,
I was a business man,
calculating to the very end.
And I don't waste my words on charity.
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