You came to me like a person
with something in mind to steal
so I gave you items that I had already gathered
to give to the needy
and I gave them to you instead
who already had so much
who didn’t seem to need anything at all.

And when you came back later to gather
the precious looking items you’d given me
loaned you said,
your gentle look replaced with one of fury
I folded my arms over myself
and told you it was too late.
I’d already sold them

to strangers.

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