The Heart Thief


She came in the middle of a cold winter’s night
NO
She came in broad daylight. Yes. Broad daylight on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
She wore black: inconspicuous, unassuming.
NO
She wore bright red. Yes. You could not miss her if you tried.
She slipped through the door and did not make a sound.
NO
She screamed HELLO I’M HERE. Yes. You heard her.
She did not steal your heart.
NO
You gave it to her. Yes. Willingly.
And you would do it again.
YES
Again and again and again

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