Strike from behind
Never see him coming
He takes her personal
A pick pocket
A theif
She does not wish to give him anything
He takes it without any say.
He is the pick pocket
He robs her
Robs her heart
Robs her soul
Robs her smiles
Robs her thoughts
Robs her days
Robs her moments
Robs her childhood
He robs her
That beautiful pick pocket...
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I love this one. When I wrote it, I had a feeling of accomplishment. It's different than pieces I'd written before it and to this day is in my top 5 favorite pieces I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
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