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He crept through the dark,  Face covered with black cloth.          And he held a weapon: A weapon so sharp, it could cut through anything          Anything that even my walls  Were cut in half. And he stole everything, including my time And especially my heart
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
Love Robbery
He crept through the dark,  Face covered with black cloth.          And he held a weapon: A weapon so sharp, it could cut through anything          Anything that even my walls  Were cut in half. And he stole everything, including my time And especially my heart
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
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