Locus Delicti
Would you wear a killer's cardigan?
It's only wool, see, a weave of sheep
caught on needles for the looping.
And that ring, a sweetheart's gift,
has no magic; the stones glint
metaphors - a garnet's love.
Those locks of your hair I curl
in my wallet? A keepsake, no more:
a clipped crime for a stolen moment.
Would you wear a killer's cardigan?
It's only wool, see, a weave of sheep
caught on needles for the looping.
And that ring, a sweetheart's gift,
has no magic; the stones glint
metaphors - a garnet's love.
Those locks of your hair I curl
in my wallet? A keepsake, no more:
a clipped crime for a stolen moment.
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