a steely grin pasted on thin lips,
sighs into the wind that buffets his tattered cloak.
Stepping up his laugh a bit,
villain who steals the hearts of young girls
sets them aflame with the music in his pocket,
still smells her perfume clinging to him,
flowery stench bringing to mind
images of her, her bed.
He shields his cigarette as he lights it with
same matches he used on her earlier.
Near dawn, the harbor looks bleak, and his
footfalls echo the empty death inside him.
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