Those nuzzling beaks
a vulture's crime
to steal something
that was once mine
Those prying hands
a pickpocket's aim
to breathe life
from whence I gain
Those slender fingers
meant to undress
a resolution
that was not to break
those words
are clutching
a soul
broken
I count some pennies
a bus moves
nearby a tree
is growling
A new house
an exquisite staircase
a bed
to be a martyr again
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