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I can

You can’t afford the luxury of love

But I can offer you bliss

Radiant smiles and on your cheek a peck of a kiss

You can’t afford the soul of a perfect angel

But I can offer you back rubs

Hot meals, hair cuts and bubbles in your bath tub

You can’t afford to let go of the hurt to fully trust again

But I promise to keep you young

Pray for you, listen close and only let words with respect roll off my tongue

 

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