every word has been stolen. each broken syllable, each misread thought got caught in stagnant air only to be pilfered by the wind. they strike us while we sleep, weaving their way between our lungs, stealing whatever they can find in the galaxies of our bodies. they hide clues in our memories, signs that read, "we've been here. we've seen all your secrets. don't worry - we won't tell." it's only until you hear your thoughts retold to you through someone else that you realize you've been played the fool. the bandits stole everything. their stolen bounty sewn into leaves that set sail on the wind, ready to slip into the mouths of babes waiting to be fed.
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