No Crime I Commit Comments

These wild, lumbering thoughts of you, picked from the constellation of my heart, are no crime.
I defer to the falsehood and open the gate for you like a sentinel, for this is no crime.
What if these restless butterflies in me want to flank the flower of you? For I am not doing any crime.
When I leaf through the pages of my album and pause at your crinkled smile, no crime is committed.
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