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Oh, thief of hearts,
you have robbed
my heart’s hut,
and left me
nothing.
All I see
now
are the prints
of your pilfering fingers
embossed everywhere on my body.
You stole my soul
sneaking in the shadows of night
and held me hostage
of my happiness.
Walking on tip-toes
You - invisible intruder
invaded my invaluable imaginings
Yes indeed, you are to me...
a thief, a bandit,
a buccaneer,
a robber of my compassion...
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