go ahead, steal my love
-what did it cost me?
nothing. like the wild and ragged flowers
gathered in the ditch – golden rod
meadow sweet.
how long will they last?
does it matter thief, if you leave me?
in a week?
in seven days or
seven years?
go ahead, steal my love!
flee with your guilty treasure,
like a bird in a snare, you fill find
I will keep you always
in my heart.
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