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Sweet little city-slickers,
Twenty dollars in their pockets, their hearts on their sleeves,
Became pavement-kissing bandits,
Freedom on their lips, stolen hearts; they were thieves.
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Carved Stars
Poetry"They raised her to be a rock, but she carved herself into a star." •♤• Sometimes, I like to write poems. Highest Ranking: #221 in Poetry.