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The thief who took my poems
weeps over stanzas he doesn’t understand,
burning stolen pages till he weeps no more-
The thief who took my ability to feel beauty
unbuttons his shirt in smoke filled rooms,
laying down on hot floors-
The thief who took my mind
sits beside beasts in silent indifference,
waiting for the feasting hour-
The thief who took my world
stands in the shower washing out smoke stains,
breathing in water to drown useless lungs.




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