Fall softly into your two
thieve arms, pity the story
then thrue it in the trash
and watch as the bellhop sleeps
in his gutted porch
Fall softly like the tears
from the clouds, erase the
frost, add in a smirk, and in
comes a wide eyed thieve
with a candle, wine, and a
scholars love
Fall softly, but first
learn to dance
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