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bad man
A turned back
A wicked laugh
He turns to her
The one he claims his own
He reaches to brush his hand
Through her hair
She flinches at his touch
A satisfied smile caresses his lips
His hands itched for more
Emotions tugged at his mind
His heart was untouched
Nothing could hurt him
Only others could hurt now
The weak and timid
He would take only them
Because he could
But, he will wait a small moment in time
To finish the job he had started.
