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based on prompt 3 In rebel poetry contest. |
| Withholding life, Friendly strife, Cruelty has no face. Begging for just a drop of hope The soggy bastard just says, "Nope." To take so much by doing so little, Won't even offer token spittle. Drier than the dust of summer. The child now dies, what a bummer. 9 lines, free verse. |