Heist The middle door slid open with a gentle ping, I silently entered the top security wing. I could see down the corridor a silver lift door, Red alarm tracer’s spider webbed the floor. Pressing a button on a flashing electronic card, Red alarm tracers vanished I was no longer barred. Generators hummed like ships engines near heating pipes, I tripped out the current of the red security lights. Inserting a key into the vault lock, There was a comforting click as the door unlocked. At least two boring hours must have passed, But now my bag was full at long last. Glass cutter removes the ground window pain, I slip out quietly into the nights rain. Far away I hear the police sirens wine, My crime discovered but the loot was mine. Catching a plane abroad in the sun, I escape a jewel thief forever on the run.Birth sign: Scorpio
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