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[2019] Stolen Minutes
Through my stethoscope
I hear the tumblers go
clique clique clique
and conclude
there is nothing of value
locked away in your safe space;
only bonds not worth saving
The Private Party continues
without me
as I exit the window entered
again, unnoticed
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