Gone
She was a burglar
With the lightest touch
She stole bits and pieces
Until all that was left
Were the bones of a dreamer
And the lips of a fool
Lips… that call out
For a beautiful thief
That will never return
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2015
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