I steal moments
Because they are all that can fit in my pockets,
So sock it to me.
This block once knew me as king,
But now I'm a thief being brief with my impact
And compact with my contact.
The getaway scene,
My hands hold car keys to dreams
And receipts that sing in case I forgot
The reasons why I wish I had stayed,
A life that is best lived in retrograde.
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