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A Poem by Me Instead

He walked down a dark alleyin the middle of downtownhis right hand gripping tightlyupon cold steel powerfulreleasehis fingers on his leftextendingcurl..

Me, the Thief

A Poem by Me Instead

I raise an eyebrow of inquisitiveness then two of surprise warmth, of an unrevealing nature, envelops me as my slow steps closer cease my tre..