enter one tattered trapped in a small room
carrying everywhere face lit by gloomy wide eyes
a sniffle a shudder tenses no surprise
whos counting
waiting for the fall, will he dropp to the floor and shatter his skull
oh look there they go
watch them ravage his bones
write a story they'll engrave in stone
he'll never rise to his feet
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