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by Justin


Sound of a broken window

Adrenaline fuels the entrance

the collections

Sweating in the house

all the windows are closed

heat locked in

Searching for thing worth something

laptops jewellery money

Sneaky Sly Quiet

Drunk my nerves knocked out

no paranoia gets up

until ive got enough of what i need

to fill my backpack


as soon as they wake

look there its gone

lost spaces

Someone was in the house

next morning

I wake

feel sorry for what ive done

I get over it

I don’t know how


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