of_all_i_have_stolen
fyn gula
you
don't
give
me
heart
.
you
don't
give
me
soul
.
and
so
i
steal
it
.
i
take
what
i
imagine
you
to
be
and
tie
strings
on
your
hands
and
feet
.
thief
of
time
.
of
personal
style.
come
into
my
cave
and
see
the
stack
of
shiny
gold
pieces
.
021222
...
sardines
oh
wow
!
you
live
here
?
i'm
going
to
stay
for
the
night
and
in
the
morning
i
will
be
gone
.
130113
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from