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2d
The leather belt trailed
Behind him as he walked.
It dragged on the floor, as if
Tired from a long day’s work.
Was it tired of hearing kid’s
Scream? did it wince with
Every hit, wishing it
Didn’t cause them?
Written by
Sia Harms
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   Emma
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