criminal.

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I stole
So many looks
I'm surprised
You never saw
The evidence
In my guilty eyes
And the way
My leg jittered
To the
Anxious beating
Of my heart

Though part of me
Longs to be
Caught in the act
I still, in a sense
Would rather stay
Innocent

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