The heart's larceny knows no pride,
no bounds.
And that door swings both ways.
We are equally as willing to deceive
as to be deceived.
Stolen moments like fools gold
glint in the shifting sand.
We reach to capture them
even as we realize they are sham.
Charmed by their glitter,
we are willing,
in that moment,
to believe.
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