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I was muged by beauty
while traveling home, walking
in a back alley with loneliness.
Shuffling my feet to silence
as
she crept quietly behind me
in the shadows of surprise.
The night was her accomplice.
Her eyes held me captive
and
I couldn't react or move.
The voice of an angel
somehow had me at gunpoint.
With each crystalline word
jamming
further, like a pistol,
into the back of my skull.
She grabbed me gently;
stealing my wallet with a kiss.
Her
touch was murderous,
with a smile so dangerously
charismatic, that I felt akwardly
lucky to have had the privilege
of
letting her rob me.
My heart became a victim,
unprotected from witnessing
the pleasure of lustful crime.
As
it was interrogated nightly
In the dimly lit corners of
my memory, again and again.
Unedited in my dreams.
Her
intent was to ransom my
feelings that she had tied.
Innocently handcuffing my
handicap soul to her tender
wrists;
trapping us in a mutual
form of anxious confinement.
Now I'm locked in her cell
of blissful misdemeanors
with
a crook, like love...
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