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Submitted:Dec 1, 2006 Reads: 53 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
It well may be, that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain, and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want, past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love, for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night, for food.
It may well be.
I do not think, I would.
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