Showing only some pieces that were left,
glass shattered and beneath our feet.
This is one of the greater grander thefts,
these people I would like to somehow meet.
They can teach me how to be careless with my life,
show me what piece is of the highest price,
give me a few for my lovely, darling wife.
I am willing to roll the odds like dice,
and pretend we never met to be arrested.
Never remember where I got the shiny stuff,
firmly defend my lies from what is suggested.
I'm tired of the job of putting on the cuffs.
Oh! Did I say that out loud?
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 29th, 2025 06:18
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Loose lips sink ships and a slip of the tongue disaster has brung. A good read
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