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  The Thief
  Porscha Shannon
   
  All this time I've been talking to you
  the thought never crossed my mind that you
  were a thief!
   
  I wondered why the girls would stare when
  I walked by.
   
  How could I have been so blind?
  You stole my heart staring deep into my eyes.
   
  So...
   
  Let me tell you this:
        My heart will be missed.
                                 Closed and sealed
                                        with a kiss!