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Rated: 13+ · Other · Crime/Gangster · #2038073
from writing prompt exercise: ABC poem
Alone, with my misery, my
Blurred vision slowly
Coming into focus.  Looking
Down, I see they took

Fighting down the nausea and
Getting to my feet, my
Hands trembling,
I check my pocket.
Just as I suspected.

Kicking the wall, I
Lament the loss of
My hard-earned
Nickels and dimes.
One day, I would win.

Pain seared through my
Quivering muscles and I
Retched weakly
Sweat beading on my

Unsure and
Vulnerable, I
Walked into the sunlight.

Xiphoid process throbbing, I
Yelled for help with
Zero Hope.
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