I met the Secret Bandit on a drizzly night in March. Smiled hello behind an ever clever heart, divided into carefully broken parts. Each part was hidden away in a small gilded cage of its own; so I ensured my dark matter would never become known.
It was one by one that he expertly pilfered my…
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