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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
 
 
Written by PsycoticMastermind
Published | Edited 12th Dec 2019
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