The Art of Thievery

Mar 25, 2022
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A thief, a re-teller

begotten not made

The odds and end of lives

and

stolen moments.

Tricks of the trade for a

pounding chest

Eyes up

lest the slight of hand becomes the slight of heart

Unsightly dread and dust.

But hold

my hand will free yours, truly

when your eyes have woken too

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