torpid locust
Once ๐ฎ my heart was open ๐น,
felt the warmth of women ๐บ๐ซ,
but now itโs locked ๐๐ค,
cold as ice ๐ง, silent as stone ๐ฟ.
I was the shadow ๐ค,
the thief ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ slipping through doors ๐ช,
neighbors blind ๐ to my touch ๐ถ๏ธ,
never knowing what hit them ๐ฃ.
I liked the young me ๐ฑ,
the introvert ๐งโโ๏ธ who found peace ๐,
but now the world sees only masks ๐ญ,
a dealer ๐ฌ, a thief ๐ผ, a ghost ๐ซ๏ธ.
Yet legends โ๏ธ are born ๐,
etched in fire ๐ฅ and whispfrom ashes ๐,
from the storm ๐ช๏ธ, from the chaos ๐,
and even thieves ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ carry storiesered by wolves ๐บ.
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