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Slamming into my middle years

There has been a question that 

Has chased me incessantly

What do I want? 

What DO I want? 

For a while I was okay with I don't know

Or maybe

The world will show me

But lately it's become clear to me

Exactly what it is 

And the very excitement of seeing clearly

Has opened up my fear

Let it splay itself upon the concrete

Where it ...

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A year or so ago,

if you would like to know;

a thief, she stole my heart.

Then left me all alone.

If I gave her the blame,

well, that'd be a shame.

I could call myself a thief, too.

Just not in the same way.

You see, a thief never returns.

But me? Her heart was always hers.

She stole mine then made the escape,

with mine, hers, and her final words.

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