Trade

I’m trading my prejudice,
For what you claim.
Trading my heart,
for the game you play.
Trading the solitude
for divine long nights
endearment so true,
to forget the plights.
The market is crooked,
With no love supply,
Only love demand.
Where all is taken,
For sweet love mistaken.

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