IN THE THEFT
OF A WALLET
You have stolen my heart, much greater
than a wallet. I am voracious in your lust.
I am crazed for dreaming, lost for space.
All that I can highlight are words of passion.
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A detective's angle for questioning would be
about the 'where's' and the how's'. I could
only shrug, my alibi being your pillow, the
caress of your heart, the stolen image of
a stolen wallet - burning, on fire, a'blaze.
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