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Penniless fiend in nylon rags
snickering a bellow protruding
from air. Above or below
that hyena clown thinks nothing
more than squashing their innocence.
His famished meaty hand comes
squawking a top their resonate
Pride. Towering enough to inspire
fear – as that grim hand, shackled
& torn as we know all too well – grips
the soul. Lurks, twists, paints
and leaves.

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