Monday, December 21, 2015

stolen fruits

i'm a thief.
I admit it.
any word or sentence,
paragraph,
or phrase said out loud
or read
is stolen,
scrubbed clean
of ownership and made
my own.
my fingerprints are
all over
each swiped story,
each
chiseled poem.
i'm a thief
in broad daylight.
test me.
say something funny,
something smart
something sad, almost
anything. i'll
find a way
to use
and make it mine,
take it home.

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