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He invaded,
already a criminal. You can tell the type.
The type you would for years remember.
He had opportunity,
I had nothing in defense.
'Biding his time, a viper'
'He waited until luck came away'
My clever thief.
A high price
To anyone but me.
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Blackout Poetry - Absolving 'Absolution'
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