[Poetry] The Pickpocket — Jade M.Wong

My heart was tucked in my back pocket, Folded in a little square. He was a pickpocket with nimble hands, And all I could do was stare When he gingerly opened the creases and folds And wrinkles from years of wear. He laid out my heart, aired out the pain, And handed me his to […]

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