Poem: Loveincrime

I stole her love away from the thieves’ rack;
Her gests are those of the guild: Ilicit.
I am in her mind: Complicit, in crime…
The last-time I will try be her love; but only when
tranverse across the world’s spine:
We shall rob the earth and leave not a dime!

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