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You plucked from the branches,
Of my safety tree.
Placing your hands,
caressing so gently.
You placed your wet lips
And took what you could.
While melting inside
To you, I felt good.
Indulging for more time
Then you’d like to admit.
That taste turned to bitter
You decided to spit.
You tossed what was left,
Right there where you stood.
Deciding the rest
Would not taste as good.
While left there to rot.
Upon that dirt floor.
I gave up to nature,
And flourished no more.
I’ll do that no longer
With God’s loving hand.
I’ll do the Indulging
On His fertile land.
Sarah Taylor
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