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A Filthy, No Good Hypocrite

by Shin

Pockets greased with the blood of the displaced. A rotund belly fed by their lost meals. His echoed demands for equality squashed beneath his own shining leather boot.

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Shin

30 / M / American

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Written by

Shin

30 / M / American

Published

Apr 24, 2024

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