Criminal

by flammeusgladius

Criminal

 

 

They told me you were running out of time.
I sent you just a little of my own.
I paused before a sharp, momentous rhyme.
They told me you were running out of time—
The way of things, but, even so, a crime
That you should not be victim of alone.
They told me you were running out of time.
I sent you just a little of my own.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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