he lied
to his family
he spied
on his victims
he grabbed
their bags
he slashed
their pockets
took
their wallets
and gadgets
he cried
in front
of the uniformed people
he acted
like a tamed fox
behind the cold
unforgiving metal bars
but he knew
his overwhelming
desire
and rumbling
hungry stomach
constantly
pushes him to remain
the boy
he has been
the boy he
will always be...
a pickpocket.
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