eyeing little girls with bad intent.
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
an old man wandering lonely.
the only way he knows.
and warms his feet.
a cup of tea.
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
screaming agony.
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