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Stolen

The object before me stands
Free, emancipated
'Till I, its captor, steals it away
With a silver button
A clear lens magnifies
The pixels transform on the screen
It shows the landscape beyond the object
The button depresses, and the object
Is stolen, now in my possesion





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