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Who Is Thief

One who seats in a soft turning Sofa lessened with the pride of hopping and relaxed foams. Turning the leaves of booklets, Caressing the depth of hidden figures. He takes up the crying object, Filled it tears on the seductive pages of the leaflet. Then after the leaflet is soaked. He's gone with '7.5 billion naira'. And..... One who's been famished. Striving to meet the standards of the toads. Lurking under the shelter of penury,given as a token to abject poverty. Being drowned in ocean of indecision. He measures the path of the market to get his worm pleased by claiming what's not out to be claimed. Then he was caught: Anxious tyre, Mensurated petrol,Elating matches dazes and escorted him to the realm. Who is supposed to die? The former or the latter? Who is the thief? 17:01:09:18:30

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