orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
21 February 2012
Thief
Where the heart
Used to be
Is now hollow
And home is
Slowly becoming
Where you are
Give it back
My heart
Is mine,
Thief.
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