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Apr 2013
Don't try to steal me
i am not one to be taken lightly
I do not walk on the same treads as you
you left your mark by your scuffed heels
and your baggy jeans
I'm not preoccupied with thoughts of you
and yet you try to steal my time
you lost this fight long ago
I was already down and out
lying on the floor
Crawling throught the night
you creep with sincerity
you dare not speak a whisper
because you know my ears are deaf to you
but still you come to take my thoughts
with a lock and key
Don't try to take what is not yours
I give when i need to
I relinquish when it is due
and all of these things you think of me
its not me, your thoughts belong to you
A thief in the night
you are blinded by the sun
you cannot see the words i speak
yet,
still,
with bated breath
and silenced voice
you tend to your garden like a tinker to a tailor
you reap what you sow
and i was never beneath your fingers
Rachael Stainthorpe
Written by
Rachael Stainthorpe  Huddersfield
(Huddersfield)   
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